Clutching her goblet, she poured the wine down her throat
Until they all kneeled before her, she would never be happy
Perhaps that was the alcohol talking, but she liked what it was saying
Cup (an acrostic poem)
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Buddy (an acrostic poem)
Being with you is one of the best things in my life
Under the full moon, with mischief on our minds
Doing deeds we will never talk about unless copious amounts of alcohol are consumed
Determined to make our mark on this world
You know, like the tatts we gave each other
Tequila (an acrostic poem)
The alcohol burned her throat as she pounded the shot glass to the bar top
Everything spun for a second, but that was the whole purpose of this, right?
Quickly she lifted her hand. “Another round, please.”
Unable to keep the grin from her face she looked at the rest of the bridal party
It was her last night of freedom and she didn’t want to remember any of it
Lifting up the replenished shot glass she said, “To life and health.”
All the time hoping she would be so sick tomorrow they would call the whole thing off
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Punch (an acrostic poem)
Pounding back the sugary alcohol
Until my eyes cross from both drugs hitting my system
Now he gets into my space and spits in my face
Could barely stand I was so bad off, but I could only take so much
Hitting him in the mouth put him in the same state as I as we both fell down
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Bourbon (an acrostic poem)
Basking in the afterglow of the alcohol’s afterglow
Observing how the light plays among the amber waves
Understanding the time and craftsmanship put in the bottle
Relishing in the transformation of those simple ingredients
But I digress, what did you want to drink tonight?
Only a light beer?
Now you must leave you heathen!
Smashed (an acrostic poem)
So many people on the dance floor
Motion like the ocean crested through his body
A small clear spot emptied around him
Sending his body onto larger motions
His dignity realized this did not bode well
Even though it was sinking in all the alcohol
Drinking was definitely not his strength
Zombified (a 100 word story)
The call for brains escaped Bob’s mouth. He remembered the good old days before the blight had swept the realm. Brains were everywhere, plentiful if a bit pickled in the alcohol and first and second hand cigarette smoke. Over time the smoke for the most part cleared, but then the new blight began to spread. More and more zombies were created, leaving him starved for the brains he craved. Still Bob soldiered on, looking for that most precious commodity. Those damn screens have destroyed so many brains, leaving Bob to lecture at those zombies instead of teaching. Brains. Brains! BRAINS!
Who Invited Apathy? (a 100 word story)
I call for misery, but it does not come. It leaves me in a state of malaise, a state for which I do not have a passport to. You would think that depression, insignificance, or any of their ilk would be at ones beck and call. They are not invited to most places. They are the uncool kids who find out where the part was from a friend of a friend and crash it. I invited them. I even brought the alcohol and drugs, all they could use, and yet here I am all alone with apathy. I’m effed up!
Buzz Kill (a 100 word post)
Harry was half listening to his mandatory job training. His current one was on working in a drug and alcohol free workplace. Harry thought this was a total waste of time, then he realized he could use it as a writing prompt. Harry began brainstorming what he could write about. Should he try to write about an angel who was addicted to devil’s food cake? How about a demon who was addicted to Mexican soap operas? As the training droned on and on Harry knew one thing, he wasn’t going to even think about addiction. The training killed his buzz.
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