Drunkard Stories

Terrence a hyperactive drunkard accidentally hit something on the road and later finds out he may have hit his wife. He struggles to handle the accident, and life goes wrong and throws him in a worse situations.

Is a broken home a good place to stay?

Just a story about best friends.

Her name is Pacita. A dancer and a Harlot. She had all the alcohol in town and all of her customers are handsome and ,like her, they also like alcohol and wines. But wine is too expensive for Pacita to enjoy. One fateful day, she died after being stabbed by a man who she never graced chance or attention. When she woke up, she was in the body of the rumored new Duchess of Irevelis. Irevelis is the family name of the Duke who is not only terrifying but also said to have a blood of monsters. There is actually a novel that went famous on the lower class citizens, a novel that uses the Duke's son as the villain's character illustrating him as an evil persona. That same Villain is now her step son. And she is the wife of the Monster Duke. ♧♧My original work♧♧

just a random 3am thought

Revelation is a collection of poetry that deals with the souls struggles. It could be who we cling to in times of trouble or how we deal with these battles make who we are and who we become. Revelation consists of ten parts that each part is a different poetic form. Attention to detail is key in writing many different forms of poetry whether it is the amount of syllables in each line or the amount of lines. Hope everyone who visits my poetry enjoys reading them and please vote.

Poor, poor, Myra, she’s got quite a lot on her plate. Her abusive, drunkard, and a poor-accuse-of-a-father, her pitiful house wife mother, her short tempered runaway younger brother, bullies everywhere she goes… But, her pain doesn’t end there yet. Two new transfer students come to her school, and you probably think that you know what’s going to happen right? Blah, Blah, Blah ‘Prince Charming’ will sweep her off her feet and take her away from her miserable life. But, you may be wrong, with these twists of events, who knows what’s going to happen? #okay sorry for the lame intro, I’m not so good with these…#

Just read it. It won't take long. I promise.

Set in the late 1800s, an old drunk vagabond gets into trouble with his companion, Pancho, Bill's beast of burden. Read the first chapter of my book and watch for future chapters.

"you never know when you die, make everyday an unforgettable party."

Emma and Michael have been best friends since before they can remember. Of course, there have been other friends, but they both relied on each other for nearly everything. However, what Michael doesn't know is that Emma has been harbouring a secret crush from him for six years. But when Emma becomes recognised by one of the biggest music producers in the world, she has no choice but to leave rainy England for the sunny weather of Los Angeles to pursue her career in music. All seems to be going as well as it could without the company of her best friend, when she has to return to England to finish her studies. And what better school to go to than the one she attended three years ago? Under a disguise, of course. A disguise which even her best friend wouldn't be able to see through...

Shuichi, a boy who has been longing for love and affection for 5 years now, finally meets a boy who has nothing but love and affection to give. What'll happen when Kokichi gives him the attention that he so desired? What if he ends up falling for him in the end? Should Shuichi have to go back to his so called family after have leaving him for 2 years and Kokichi not being able to do anything to assure his protection? What if he does have to leave with them? Would Shuichi find Kokichi after or would he forget him? Let's find out! To be honest, this is my first story. :D And the progress I had done before having to redo this was wiped so here I am..rewriting this whole thing again..Such a pain. Anyway, enjoy this little story! Or is it a little story? :)

A Depressing Tale of Remmy, a man struggling against his past, along with his future. With his happiness at the bottom of a bottle, and a welcoming, heart warming face from the past, can Remmy release himself from his past tortures and allow someone into his life once more? (Shitty description I know. I'm new to this, bare with me. If there are some choice words, you may thank my dear Friend Hannah Jones, also not yet finished.)

"Embark on an epic journey to the enchanting realm of Rumica, where the vibrant spirits of the island meld with ancient magic. Follow Jamal, a spirited Rasta, as he uncovers his destiny among a group of diverse rum heads. In this world, martial arts are intertwined with the power of island spirits and the purity of different alcoholic beverages. As tensions rise and challenges emerge, Jamal must navigate the complexities of rivalries and supernatural techniques, all while exploring the deeper connections between types of alcohol, their spirits, and the potency they hold. With camaraderie, self-discovery, and the rhythmic beat of reggae, 'Rumica Rhythms: A Rum Head's Path to Drunken Mastery' weaves a tapestry of superpower, martial arts, and fantasy in an unforgettable adventure."

Revision story from the original In the dimly lit apartment, the creaking stairs signaled his return, and my heart sank. The scent of alcohol hung heavy in the air, a chilling prelude to the storm about to erupt. Swiftly, I rushed to my two children, a silent promise to shield them from the chaos that was sure to follow. The room fell into a tense silence broken only by the soft sobs of my frightened children. My heart ached at their suffering, intensified by my inability to shield them from the very person who should have provided safety and love. Yet, a haunting dilemma loomed. Escaping seemed like an enticing idea, a chance to break free from the chains of abuse. But where could we go? How could I navigate the unknown with the weight of responsibility for my two children's well-being? Despite the agony, a bitter truth remained - my husband, flawed and tormenting, also provided the meager stability that kept us afloat. The thought of leaving meant forsaking that stability, plunging us into an abyss of uncertainty. Desperation clawed at my soul as I yearned for a savior, someone to offer a lifeline in this sea of despair. The walls echoed with unspoken pleas, reverberating the silent cries for help within my heart. If only there was a beacon of hope to guide us through the darkness, to rescue us from a life stained with fear and pain.