Whiskey Stories

This is the continuation of my book Whiskey Started: May 14 2025 Ended:

Welcome to the Jailhouse Saloon! The Jailhouse is not your run-of-the-mill watering hole! In fact, it might be the only one of its kind! Here everyone is welcome, so long as you have manners and follow the rules. Rule 1: Be polite and don't start any fights. The staff and other patrons are not here to be your servants or put up with your problems. Rule 2: If you can't follow Rule Number 1, you will be removed from the building, courtesy of the Marshal, his deputies, or the proprietors. "That girl is like a shot of good whiskey: She'll go down smooth, but if you get too much of her attention she'll knock you on your face." Whiskey Clipper is the bartender, almost partner, and peacekeeper for The Jailhouse. She grew up behind a bar and that's where she plans to stay. Her job is to make sure everyone has a good time at the Jailhouse, even if it means throwing out people twice her size. She can whip just about anything on two legs in a fistfight, she can draw and shoot better than the Marshal, and she's pretty to boot. No one messes with Whiskey. Price Montgomery rode into town as a hired gun for the local cattle baron. He met the fiery bartender named Whiskey within minutes after he arrived. Sparks flew, but Whiskey refuses to like any man who works for Abner Baker, the man who is taking over the country with his guns for hire and high and mighty ways. Price has only ever been loyal to the money he is paid until he meets Whiskey who is no fan of gunhands. The beautiful, independent woman makes him stop and think, as does the stark realization that the men he has been hired to kill are not the true problem. Price's decision to quit the job and join Whiskey and her friends, the farmers and ranchers that Baker despises, does not sit well with the big cattleman. This leads to leads more trouble, with Whiskey and Price caught in the crosshairs. Bullets are flying and whiskey gets spilled in this first tale about the Jailhouse Saloon.

Kayla Marie Holmes has been in an adoption centre for three years. She has battled with depression, eating disorders, and bullying and has remained strong but only thanks to the help of her friend Lucy. Kayla has lost all hope of getting adopted because all of the people looking to adopt want somebody younger, somebody prettier, somebody whose not broken. On one Thursday during the adoption hours Kayla has hidden herself away in a dark corner of the adjacent room and gets a visit from a very special guest who just happens to be her idol. ••••••••••• I know you think that this is goin to be like every other story like this on wattpad but I can assure you that it will not be. I can't tell you how without spoiling so you'll actually have to read my story to find out. ••• Enjoy babies ••• Story contains strong language Graphic violence, tabacco, alcohol and weed use.

Fifteen hundred years. I'm sure it's been fifteen hundred years because I've felt every single moment of it. Every draw of breath, every step on the hard ground, every ounce of stark reality has been obvious to me. I'm not the same as I was. Time has a way of digging deep into your spirit and settling its claws there. And I will wait. I have no choice, but I keep telling myself that wouldn't matter. It might not matter. Would he even know me? Behind this familiar face is a creature who has lived the lives of hundreds of tortured souls. Does it show? Could he see the desperation there? If I made him look, really look... If he were here, I like to think I could be who I once was. Could feel the release of the claws of time like a weight coming off my chest. I like to think that weight would be erased. That I would be whole again. Have I only changed for the interim? Could that shroud be lifted for good?

In the small town of Paxton, Nebraska citizens lived a very quiet and peaceful life. A girl named Freya Adams lived outside of town on a dirt road away from town as a writer who loves the outdoors and lives by herself in her little white one bedroom house. One night she's at home cooking dinner and listening to music on her radio when static takes over and she can't believe what she hears. A new deadly virus has broken out and anyone listening is told to stay indoors if at all possible. But what will she do when a random mysterious stranger shows up at her door asking for help with a little girl passed out in his arms?

It's always been you.

Inspired by a song of the same name by a band called Chicken Legs Weaver.

Katerina also known as Kat gets a job offer by some band, her specialty is photography. They want her to be their photographer for warped tour. She finds some enemy's, friends. Most important of all she finds love. With the one & only Vic Fuentes of Pierce the veil.

For a star to be born, there is one thing that needs to happen: A gaseous nebula must collapse. So collapse, crumble. This is not your distruction. This is your birth. She was like fire, full of warmth and love. He was cold as ice, pale as the moon, a thunder storm: frightenning and lethal. She walked like a hurricane, smiled bright like the sun. He partied till dawn, burnt money to feel he was home. She laughed a little too long, loved a little too hard, cared a little too much. He sold his soul to the devil, he was heir to the demon, and in all this mess, he was a silent chaos, a peaceful Mayhem. She smelled like paradise and youth. He smelled like danger and whiskey. ♂♀♂♀♂♀ Trailer to the side made by: Sweetrantipole.

Ten hipis z mojego roku okazał się Jezusem, Synem Boga, Barankiem Bożym itd... A w zaświatach panuje chaos, wystarczy chyba powiedzieć że burdele rosną jak grzyby po deszczu. A ja mam pomóc pomóc Jezusowi w ogarnięciu tego burdelu, ale mimo to zawsze jest czas na jakąś dysputę na mądre i głupie tematy Żadna z postaci nie jest nawiązaniem do serii past "Czterej Jeźdźcy Apokalipsy". Wszystkie dysputy filozoficzne, polityczne, gospodarcze itd. i teksty są luźnymi przemyśleniami na temat wiary, filozofii, etyki, gospodarki itd. Zalecam brać wszystkie aspekty demonologi i wiary z przymrużeniem oka Tekst nie ma na celu urazić żadnych uczuć religijnych bądź urazić ateistów/agnostyków czy jakiejkolwiek innej osoby bądź jej poglądów.

Poems at 3am is going to be collection of my poetry. For me, poetry is art. It's bleeding on the paper, it's putting your soul out. My poems are generally themed around the vulnerabilities of the heart. If you like my work, please share. xoxo khushi🤍

Watching the birds in Pet Smart can be rather entertaining. But when you are that bird in a cage, its a whole new ball game. Carolyn finds herself caged, caught in the never ending fall of an abusive relationship. Becoming more and more frustrated, Carolyn tries to keep her secrets hidden from the world, and her thoughts hidden from her abusive lover. "I feel like a bird, trapped in a cage!" She yelled at him, her thoughts finally coming out. "Well, the only damn way you are getting out is when death does us part! You might be a bird in a cage, but you're MY bird in a cage!" He spat back at her.