Alchoholism قصص

e·piph·a·ny əˈpifənē/ noun a moment of sudden revelation or insight. //////////////// A sober night was a peculiar occurence for similiar friends , Nick and Ellis. They never particularly understood the whole stigma against alchohol, Until now. #STOPDRUNKDRIVING (Cover is by @angelanguyenn IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL please go check her out she makes movie posters and all that jazz. SHE. IS . AMAZING.)

notice how small everything around us is--our jobs and our lives and our petty arguments? Love, hate, our life, our liberty, our Pursuits of Happiness, all of it is so tiny in the grand scheme of things, y'know? I mean, this world is rotating. And while its rotating, it's revolving around the sun--a sun that is so much bigger, so much brighter than the Earth that if we get too close, we die. And yet, to us, our problems seem so big! We underestimate, overlook, that, so much that its not even important to us. We rarely even think about how Mother Nature keeps herself in balance! I got the idea for Similar from one of these small elements of life. We've all stood outside our houses at one point in our lives in our pajamas. Now, imagine this: Its one of those cold, late October/early November mornings. Y'know, the kind that are freezing in the earlier hours and then get hotter as the day goes by? So. Imagine that. And while you're imagining it, imagine yourself, outside your house, taking out the trash. Your breath is coming up in silver clouds around you, your hands are frozen stiff. You look up and see your neighbor. You wave. They wave back. "Hi." "Hello." "How're you?" "Fine, and you?" "Okay." "Its getting cold out, isn't it?" "Yeah." A simple, early morning conversation. Now, take that simplicity of a freezing autumn morning and turn it into something more complex: A friend confiding in another friend the troubles of his/her mind. Cancer, abuse, Alchoholism, and then a little bit more of that simplicity--a small, "Thank you, Daddy." Next, stir in a friend's advice, a warm hug, and another thank you. Now, take into account the fact that everyone is similar. Yes, as far as personalities and physical appearance we're all vastly different, but we're looking a little bit deeper here. We all have skin, organs, tissues, cells, living, breathing bodies. And we all go through the same small things, no matter how dwarfed or drowned they are by our bigger

After a traumatic car accident, resulting in the loss of his wife, Hank has a rough time coping and taking care of his only son. With an android revolution on the horizon and his new partner Connor being a constant pain in the ass, can Hank Anderson learn to move on and solve this problem? Or will his guilt consume him before he learns to live again for Cole? An Alternate Universe in which everything is almost the same, except Cole Anderson is alive.

People dream of being different, in ways that no one can achieve. Others want to be free, others want to survive. Fighting for their life or for others. But being careful as when fighting monsters, they don't become monsters themselves. But why be different? To fulfill a purpose? To feel free? To get away from confinements? Or maybe to just watch a sunrise happen again, with a loved one or just a friend. Because tomorrow is another day. •cold-moth•

Brontë has been thrown through a series of events that have led to a point where she feels helpless. Damaged and alone, how will she adapt to a life so foreign to her? Suffering with long term alcoholism, and now permanantly damage from such abuse Brontë now finds herself being stuffed into a rehabilitation centre by her estranged father.

My 3rd poetry collection "Full Moon". A collection of poems ranging from heartfelt and connectable, to dark, twisted, and baffling. A poetically insane book with artistic flavor at its finest Highest Peak: #70 - Spiritual #297 - Poetry

So, I entered a writing contest where you had to write a short story/poem about a journey and I entered this story and I came in third! I hope you like it! :)

This is a personal essay that I wrote as an assignment for a Spanish class during my first semester of college. The assignment was to write about what I would change if I could change anything I wanted to without limitation. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. :)

Ben has long given up on love. After his long term girlfriend left him, he started drinking more and more. Then one day while drinking, he meets an amazing women named Y/N. Will Ben and Y/N end up together, or will her abusive ex stop that from happening. ----- warning- There maybe some cussing in this book, you have been warned.

Just another poem.

Erin Lancaster lives with her mother, Alex Lancaster, who is an alcoholic. She works her life around her mothers needs and often excuses her own. She develops a few disorders of her own on her journey to be set free from an overbearing mother and learns what it is really like to be loved. Dedicated to Jared for always being my rock to stand tall on.

I am an artist, Not a poet. I post any and all of my poetry that doesn't make me cringe and some that does ;) ----------------------------------------- 2013 - 2014, Laura M.

I'm going to write an except for every song in every album; trying to tie the other albums into the story of the sparks family.

Grey Portman must navigate through his losses while not totally ending things with himself as he still has people who are there for him, and he can't let them down. Instead of ending the pain, he tries numbing it... but things get out of hand.

Loving and feeling isn't something Idthen wants, it was what caused his downfall. Deep into the past, he learned that love was the one thing ruining his life whilst fixing everyone else's. Though Idthen doesn't like his past, everyone has to have a beginning, and this is his. Idthen and Opal are best friends, always have been. After Idthen's 5th birthday though, things begin to spiral downhill. With Opal wanting a better life and Idthen only digging himself into deeper holes, it's a matter of time before their friendship falls apart. Though maybe... he wanted something else? All of that is lies take this instead: When a man loses something it's hard to really grasp reality back in its full capacity. Losing a mother, then a father, then a friend, Idthen is losing the last of his mind. Even when she comes back, and love shows warmth that he's never felt, everything feels fragile. Easily shattered like a whiskey bottle, like the one's he always seems to have nearer than his broken family.

"Can you stop being so mean? It's hurting my feelings," he said, holding his heart. I chuckled. "I thought you didn't have feelings." "For you I absolutely do." I rolled my eyes. "Shut up and dry these plates, dumbass." "Yes, ma'm," he smiled. 🖤🖤🖤 Ruth is the age of ten when a scruffy and neglected orphan boy suddenly shows up on her doorstep. Her first reaction is one of enchantment, heart-flutters and butterflies. Six years later and that same orphan boy is now the bane of her existence, the object of all her annoyances and a seventeen-year-old boy that just so happens to have the physique and looks of a full grown man. From crush to enemy, from children to young-adults. What will happen when they're forced to spend more and more time together? Will hate turn to love? Or was it never even hate in the first place? *ONGOING*