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One spark, Birth of a sun.
I swear to God I tried hard not to change. I rebuked it at every turn. Even the word itself had some sort of strange power over me. None of that matters now. One bottle… one rocking chair… one porch… too many memories being taken away by the wind. I love this.
The whiskey still stings, but that’s what I need. A beautiful sting with the beautiful taste lingering on my tongue, burning away the words I would have regretted saying. The burn is just a sobering reminder that those words are being destroyed. I don’t mind. My conscience tells me that this is wrong while my heart screams otherwise. It’s too bad for the conscience that it doesn’t have the same weight as the heart.
The bottle is getting lighter. Now is when it starts to happen. I am breaking down all those walls I built up to protect me from myself. I can finally stand face to face with the memories that have been fire resistant for so long. With the next pull from the bottle I douse them in gasoline. I am smiling now. No, freedom isn’t free, indeed. With the last swig, I drop the bottle. The sound of glass shattering sends renewed energy through me. The blaze inside my mind is uncontrollable now… as am I.
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| I like this one alot. Finally facing everything you have been trying to avoid and the only way you can stand to do that, is by downing a bottle of whisky. Courage in a bottle. True. So true. |
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| This reads almost like a poem. Very nice prose and excellent insight into a whiskeyed mind. Well done. :) |
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The amazing effects of whiskey. A temporary lull in the chaos, mind distorting, revitalizing like porridge to Pop-eye. Then it wears off and leaves you back in a pit of despair feeling worse than when you first started drinking it.
Well written. Good descriptions. Implies the writer is writing from experience other than stringing a list of alcololic cliches together. Thanks for posting it. |
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Thank you very much for taking the time to read it.
Im glad I am writing in a style that someone appreciates, but would you care to expand on what style you mean?
Thanks again! |
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| I like this. Like it very much. This is the style of writing that I'm trying to work towards - in fact, I hope I already write somehwat like this - but very ... thoughtful I would say. |
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