Writing Prompts!

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Hide it Now - Drink it Later

Know what’s great about vodka? Vodka doesn’t have a scent if you mix it with the right thing. I usually go for some Cyrstal Light; the fruit punch flavor. It’s pretty good and almost tasteless. It’s good in orange juice, too. That’s how I start a lot of my mornings. Cereal and a screwdriver. Vodka does a great job at letting the mixer overpower its flavor. It’s not really cocky like other hard liquors that just have to be present and give the back of your throat that tingle that makes you wonder if you’re going to throw up. But vodka doesn’t affect me the way other alcohols do.

Know what’s great about rum? Rum can go in anything and rum gets me drunk faster than any of the other liquors. From juice, just like what I put the vodka in, to coke. That’s usually what I drink at the bar, rum and coke. It’s sweet, but not too sweet and the bubbles are a bonus. They’re a new refreshing feeling going down my throat and mix well with that tickle. I only need about four rum and cokes to get me under the table, but I usually have a few more because I’m dancing and sweating it out. Don’t want that buzz to wear off before I go home.

Know what’s great about baileys and peppermint schnapps? Baileys goes well in my morning coffee and with the right creamer can’t be detected by someone that walks buy and catches a whiff of my coffee. I usually get compliments on “how good it smells” and they often ask, “what’s your secret?” I tell them it’s just my mixture of creamer products. Peppermint schnapps goes well in hot chocolate. On those mornings that I start with a vodka and orange juice, I don’t start with coffee. Instead, I bring some hot chocolate with peppermint schnapps and little marshmallows that float on the top. Mmm. Those are my favorite. And on those days, I bring a flask filled with a little extra. They’re not particularly strong, so I have to have enough to get me through the day without killing someone at work.

Know what’s great about beds? Beds have storage underneath, but my bed is especially genius. It’s not meant to have storage underneath, but if I lift my mattress, there are slats and I can see the carpeted floor. That storage underneath is awesome for hiding my bottles of vodka, rum, baileys, and peppermint schnapps. But really, that’s the beauty of it all. No one has a fucking clue what I’m hiding.

If I Had a Son

If I had a son, he’d be a pilot. He’d be flying and soaring higher than any of his friends. I’d have a bumper sticker that says “My son is an honor student.” He would climb the tallest peaks of the mountains of his dreams, hop up a few clouds and bang on the biggest doors, demanding to be let in and he wouldn’t stop until he was allowed over the threshold.

If I had a son, he’d be a baseball player. He would be the best player that little league ever saw because he would strike the others out with each pitch. And every time he swung and hit the ball with a loud crack, the bat would splinter. He would be the fastest runner, rounding home base at least three times before the other team even got the ball to the infield. The rest of the team wouldn’t be needed; he’d be a one-man show.

If I had a son, he’d be a thinker. He would tell me that he has a new idea every day. And on a normal Tuesday afternoon, he would tell me that he needs a hat and a flag and when I ask him why, he’d tell me he’s going to have a parade. When he gets older, he would have more sophisticated ideas. Ideas that are of him owning his own business, or ideas that benefit others.

Because if I had a son, he’d be selfless. He would cry whenever the ASPCA commercials came on and when he sees the ones for the less fortunate children, he would say “Mom, we need to send them money so he can have the race car track like mine.” And if I tell him that it’s not in our budget, he’ll take that racetrack and tell me that we need to go to the post office so he can mail it to them.

If I had a son, I would love him so much that it hurt. I would work three jobs if I had to, so that he would want for nothing. He would have the strong will that I’ve instilled in him. He would be independent, but he would still happy to come home for Sunday dinners.