My counselor told me “You can beat this, but you need to keep attending our sessions.”
My mother said to me, “you’re going to die if you keep this up.”
As I leave the liquor store, I hear the door chime ringing behind me. Did an angel get its wings?
Amy Elizabeth wrote this story.
Hear the tale of the infamous Captain Paul,
Whose ship was sunk by a lucky cannonball
However, just before the ship started sinking,
Captain Paul took the rum and went down drinking.
It’s said of the great pirate, God bless his bones,
that he is now drinking with Davy Jones.
Austin is a new writer who enjoys writing short (tiny) stories… and occasionally prose stories.
“Hey man.” I could hear Marv’s half-baked grin through the phone.
I sighed. “Fall off the wagon again?”
“Kinda! I’m still sober, but I broke my hip falling off a hay ride, and I’m suing big! Awesome, eh? Gonna miss some meetings.”
Being Marv’s sponsor drove me to drink.
This story was based on the TypeTrigger prompt “falling off the.”