I told you James, don't go down there! James, your uncle said don't explore basement! Brother, he

“More!” I shouted. The man handed me the remainder of wine and I shoved the whole bottle in my mouth immediately. Not long after, I began to feel different than I had ever felt before. It was hard to stand, and I couldn’t walk in

The dripping droplets of sangria left scars of acne blood pockets on the vast hirsute landscape of his right hand’s skin. The fresh plasma fluid oozed out of his pores as if long, gnarly fingernails squeezed the layer of skin coating the yellow pulp from a new ripe pimple. His heart precipitously pumped into a state of distress as if he was a teenager, with a red-spotted face, being confronted by bullies. He was a hostage to the sharp, rounded metallic end pointed in the direction of his head. He stood at the edge of death’s abyss…

To Hulga's misfortune, the ladies had been making quick work of the contents of the bottle. Ms. Hopewell drank herself into oblivion as a result of Mrs. Freeman's unending babbling. Mrs. Freeman lugged her to the nearest bedroom and tucked her in for the night. After babysitting Ms. Hopewell for a short while, Mrs. Freeman retired to her residence and slipped into an alcohol induced coma of her own. The peaceful chatter of rainwater on the house ensured hours of uninterrupted hibernation through the

Mr. Raymond’s “liquor” bottle helps conveys the theme of the story because the bottle is actually Coca-Cola but the town believes it to be alcohol just because it is in a brown paper bag. The bottle conveys

What have I done? Its all my fault. Your dead and its all my fault. You tried to escape, but they shot you, they shot you seventeen times. They shot you dead. I’m the reason you were in prison. If I had ne’er of kissed you, then you would not have been in that situation. If my father wasn’t an abusive mongrel that was drunk the whole time, he would’ve never blamed everything on you. I don’t know how I can live now that your gone, and it’s my fault. I had a hope that maybe the court would do a re-trial and you could win and be released, but what was I thinking? You’re a nigga and this town is full of nigger haters. Bloody Maycomb!

The beginning I lived in a little town in texas only having 250 residence and i was one of them just at the beginning my adulthood and I finished school just 3 years back. I had life going great until that night when I died and it was all caused by my rival “Willy Morgan” when he came to my house looking for a fight and i gave it to him it was a fist fight it was the brawl of the century until Willy took out a knife when i saw the knife I quickly grabbed a glass bottle and whacked him right on the cheekbone causing a deep cut on his cheek, blood dripped on the floor boards he was furious he stabbed me once in the heart and it was over. Now that i’m a ghost I’ve dedicate my whole life to haunt Willy Morgan and that’s just what i’m going to do

If you are going to consume alcohol there are certain precautions you can take in order to protect yourself from danger. A few of these precautions are as follows: stay with the same group of friends you came with, drink in moderation, monitor how much you are drinking, drink non alcoholic drinks between alcoholic drinks, eat before and during drinking, and have a designated driver

empty alcohol bottles on the dresser with no stories attached to them, and no one around to tell me I finished

It is New Year’s Day and millions around the world are coping with the sickening feeling of yet another alcohol-induced hangover. Perhaps as a result, many are also starting off the New Year with a resolution to stop drinking alcohol, as they are simply tired of the negative after-effects. Countless thousands will consider Alcoholics Anonymous and its 12-Step program to help them overcome their addiction.

Instead, I have to walk down this boring lagoon. During that time was when I found the two bottles. I was sitting on a rock beside the water when the waves started crashing and two bottles with something inside of them bumped up onto the sand. I jumped up, at first scared. The bottles seemed to look like a monster for a second.

Did you know that there are 75,000 alcohol related deaths a year in the United States? According to the D.A.R.E. Manual,Lesson 1,alcohol can lead to comas or even DEATH! Alcohol can also lead to loss of coordination and memory loss. The main thing you should never do is mix alcohol with medicine because that can cause very serious health problems. As you all probably know,alcohol is illegal for anyone under the age of 21, so don’t

. covered in blood/ chest streaked, both jaws glistening, dripping red” (XXII:

The rum flowed violently as the bartender poured drink after drink for an off duty police officer. His name was Saers, James Saers and it was his first year of joining the force. He had just taken his first life for the badge and he wasn’t handling it very well at all.

The dead man’s face was contorted and twisted with horror. His mouth was wide open and formed a large O-shape. There were a few bruises on his arms and legs, but there was no blood at all. It was obvious that he had been struggling before he died. The cause of his death was still unclear.

I stood between the two bodies, looking into their lifeless, glassy eyes. Crimson blood pooled around their stiff bodies. More blood ran down the blade of the knife I clutched in my hand, gathering at the point and slowly dripping on my leg. What had he done?