Short Story: Blue Drinking

Drinking, A Love Story, Written by Caroline Knapp: Is an insider’s story about fighting the battle of alcoholism and addiction, victoriously winning sobriety. Caroline Knapp fought her addiction for 20 years before becoming sober. “The Drink” as she called it, was her true love. The most beloved form being a good crisp dry white wine, but any form would do. She fell in love with alcohol at a young age and loved everything about it. The smell, the sound of a cork being pulled from a bottle, the cold liquid anesthesia running down the back of her throat after a long day at the office, the routine of drinking, but most of all she loved the way alcohol made her feel.

“Journeys allow travelers to reflect on their own experiences because of new knowledge gained and greater insight into themselves and the world around them.”

“Just now.” Taehyung yawned, letting go of Jungkook’s hand to stretch, his husky voice cracking a little from sleep as he let out a satisfied groan. Jungkook watched his body twisting, his shirt riding up to show smooth skin stretching taut over lean muscle, and couldn't help but reach out to touch. He ran his fingertips down Taehyung’s side and brushing them over the softer skin of his lower stomach, watching the muscles jump and flutter beneath his touch. Taehyung lifted his head to glance at him, eyebrow raised, lips stretched to one side in a lazy smirk, before sitting up, lightly, softly grabbing his wandering hand and holding it in place, hooded gaze flirty and teasing. Jungkook sat back and grinned appreciatively as Taehyung ran a

“I used to travel all the time, you’re like me, always travelling.” That made me shiver, I had wished for that not to be true; I did not want to be like him. But I could not deny that travelling was one thing we shared. A common ground. He started asking my sister's questions and I stopped listening. My thoughts drifted to the Why in my life. Why had he left us?

I had depleted quite a bit of my funds by now, yet my will to continue drinking had not at all depreciated. I called for another taxi in an effort to find a store that sale liquor this hour of the night. This time, my driver wasn't so friendly and neither were the residents surrounding the store he dropped me off by. Though I thought I was being on high alert, they managed to loot $50 from my back pocket and steal my cell phone. Pissed off as I was, even that wasn't enough to keep me from going forward as planned. Just when it seemed illogical that things could get any worse, I eventually drank until I blacked out and was left clueless to where I was. When I came to, I thought I was back in the hotel room. To my dismay, I managed to

How would you define the average drinker and mostly where do you think he or she spends there time drinking at. Does it always have to be a harmful thought or assumption that there’s too much on their mind? So maybe they tend to stray from reality for a bit with a glass of liquid that requires acquired taste. For a moment my thoughts float then proceed to come down targeting the first customer that has walked in. Approaching the bar, stood a man in his mid-forties with blue jeans and a vintage Nebraska jacket. The man begins to greet the familiar face he’s accustomed to every morning. How you doing Mrs. Dailey, she replies doing well as he sits in a stool facing a wide range of bottles. “What will it be today Joe, he responds with a miller.

“Journeys provoke travellers, that may ultimately lead to transformation of self and leave the traveller far richer for the experience”

But that was something she could not fix at the time and the only thing that could help her at the time was a strong drink. Baiken got dressed in something causal as she was in a peaceful time that did not want her to carry her weapon in the open around the other towns people. It did not take her long to find the local bar walking in to see him stand at the bar. She did not think that she would see him their as she walked over by him ordering the strongest saki that they had. "Do not tell me that you are here to stop me from getting drunk. It is the only thing that can dull the pain that is in my heart since that day. You know it hard for me to sleep the thing keeps hunting my dreams every night. But what are you doing here now at such a late

“You’re not drinking, are you?” Had it been anyone else asking, Luisa would have rolled her eyes. Raf and their father treated her like such an impulsive child who dared to risk the family name, but not Rose. Rose’s concern was of a different type; kinder, really. Her biggest fear was that Luisa would hurt herself, not if she would make a fool of herself in front of the guests.

“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live,” a quote given in a speech by Norman Cousins. After reading the two stories, The Blue Hotel and Tennessee’s Partner, I noticed several occurrences where the two stories compared to each other, but also, contrasted from each other. Firstly, I suppose that the theme of Death is connecting the two contrasting stories, notably, for it’s concept of death represented throughout and in the end of both stories. Many other dissimilar themes were represented in the story, but because of, death being a more controlling aspect to the stories, I presume that this theme was the theme that was mainly addressed. Pursuing this further, the characters were also in relation to the concept of the theme. Concluding my statement made, there are also many reasonings firmly supporting this claim.

So that day on we just keep like ten people back to watch the machine and food and places like the food supply and beds . Then like a month later we got the machine built it made like a force field around the place where we want it . But the hard part is that we have to get out and place these blue torch things .

It was the summer of 1926, and I was just about to work at Universal Pictures with my trusty companion, Ub Iwerks.

Plastic tubes connected to her veins A complex interconnected network of names Blue poison coursing in the bloodstream She drifting away like a bad dream I hold back the tears For my fears have become clear Empty eyes of Glass

Despite our difference in years, my sister and I had always been close. Seeing me again seemed to make her excessively excited, and for a while she did nothing but giggle nervously. But she calmed down somewhat when my father started to question her about Osaka and her university. She answered him with short, formal replies. She in turn asked me a few questions, but she seemed inhibited by the fear that the questions might lead to awkward topics. After a while, the conversation had become even sparser than prior to Kikuko's arrival. Then my father stood up, saying: "I must attend to the supper. Please excuse me for being burdened by such matters. Kikuko will look after you."

Travelling has always been in my blood. Before I was born, my Mum worked as a flight attendant and worked while she was pregnant. I was travelling as a foetus! However, after giving birth to me and reaching middle age, Mum had an existential crisis. She decided that even after working for 16 years as a flight attendant, she hadn’t travelled enough and wanted to see the whole world. While I wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea of giving up on school, friends and 7-year-old things for a whole two years, I followed Mum on her journey around the world. Some of the memories I have made throughout this time have stuck with me through my life and have shown me some influential life lessons.