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Can anyone escape where they come from? Does anyone want to? HOME is the story of the Irish immigrant family the Covey's as they look back on their lives and loves since they left their native land in the 1950s. This is the story of those who couldn't escape Ireland, those who never wanted to...
It's never easy to leave a loved one, but sometimes it just has to be done..
By Jl Reaper
A man encounters a mysterious woman.
By Nocturnal Ponderings
I do not have an alcoholic influence in my life, but I have a loathing for irresponsible parents with a buzz and a desire to harm. Crappy poetry inspired by crappy events.
Rosalynn has not had an easy path on the winding road that is her complicated life. Alcoholic father, two loving sisters, and a wonderful (yet pushy) mother. Will she have to give up her wonderful list to be with the unseemingly perfect guy or will she leave him in the dust as she has with many...
It's not easy to fly, when you have tonnes worth of alcohol weighing you down.
Short Story | Updated Jul 24, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
My Name is Gemma Kendall is a short story written in first person, present tense. It is a piece of literary fiction which focuses on dark themes such as bullying, depression, alcoholism and crime. The story is written as a stream of consciousness; the narratorâ€™s thoughts and opinions are...
By Pixley James
A short essay I wrote as the result of some emotional turmoil. A journal entry if you will.
A poem I wrote about living with an alcoholic parent. I hope that you feel the emotions I tried to pour into this poem. Thanks for reading my work!
By Mary Kate Decraene
In March, 1995 an emergency room doctor told Dad he only had twelve hours to live if he did not have his leg amputated. He refused to have the surgery. As my sisters and I sat helplessly in the waiting room at Cook County Hospital pondering his fate I could not help but wonder, â€œHow the...
This is the first part of a writing series I am working on that basically involves looking into the dark parts of my past and then closing the door on them. A kind of self-therapy exercise, if you will.
Poetry | Updated Mar 2, 2014 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Alexa Peach
In the life of Cassandra, a young girl forced to take care of her drug addict mother.
You drank again
I saw it in your eyes
A dark shadow passed
And you were gone
Leaving me alone with him
Poetry | Updated Nov 13, 2013 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 5
Prior to the life I now live, I was married to a drug addict and alcoholic for fourteen years. The dysfunction and emotional pain took me for the biggest ride of my life. I was able to overcome this pain but it didn't come without a price. This book is about my personal journey and the...