Selected again! I wish I could believe it!

I’m so happy to be able to celebrate another mini win at the hands of the Secret Attic Weekly Write.

This time I chose the phrase “Please don’t hate me” to build a story of no more than 300 words around.

My story (Choosing Boozing and Losing) is about a group of friends and their tiredness at the drunken exploits of one of the women of the group.

I’m still finding that writing about things I know or at least understand is the best writing I create, and this story is no exception.

While my own boozing days are long gone, I can remember a time when I wasn’t particularly well behaved on nights out. I never had a close group of friends though, so there is some artistic license in this story too (as always!).

There’s a bit of seriousness sewn in to the few words, especially the exasperation of the group when she keeps letting them down. I did try to make it a little light hearted too though.

I’ve already entered the next Weekly Write – week 46. This time I’ve entered something I found very difficult to type. If it does well I hope I’ll be able to tell you more about it later.

In the meantime, here is my latest successful piece. I hope you enjoy it!

Oh…and just as a side note…I really struggled with what to draw for the accompanying picture, so apologies for the lack of imagination!


Choosing boozing and losing

She regularly started messages “Please don’t hate me.”

Mistakes made every weekend as she embraced alcohol at their local pub and grew as blindly drunk as possible.

Mobile phone bursting with messages. Besties desperate to find her. She was too obliterated to focus, listen, or stay awake.

Without fail she’d end up begging forgiveness from friends who couldn’t find her when she’d decided to slope off with another man.

Her life a pile of regret Monday to Thursday, followed by selfishness Friday to Sunday.

People she cared about were giving up. A hopeless friendship. Sickening worry, guilt, and fear that she’d been hurt or worse every weekend. They’d wait hours for her to reconnect, confirm safety and begin apologising.

Another weekend approached.

“What’s the plan for Friday?”

A digital tumbleweed rolled through the chat. 

“Listen, we’ve agreed you keep ruining our nights out. It’s not fun anymore. We go through hell worrying. So, we’re staying in.”

How could she respond? She chose fury.

“Screw you guys. I’ll go on my own.”

She left the chat.

They were in a predicament. She was venturing out alone.

“What do we do?”

Calls and messages all ignored, and she wasn’t at the pub.

Saturday evening, following 24 hours of concern, a voicemail appeared.

“I thought about your message. I’ve been a terrible friend. I’m sorry. Could I bring over a takeaway and some beer for an evening in? I’ll never let you down again.”

Maybe she’d matured. Maybe they’d taught her a lesson. Should they offer another chance?

Later, the four of them devoured a banquet. They laughed and chatted, free of any underlying concern that their friend was in danger.

They were all having fun again. It felt mature. Safer. Healthier.

Within a year the pub was out of business.


Published by stephc2021

Hi! I'm Steph, an amateur writer and illustrator specialising in Mental Health and being a self-confessed Spoonie. My website is home to any successful fiction I create, with stories that have won so far covering difficult subjects such as baby loss and mental health in grief as well as some funny and heart-warming tales when I get the inspiration. Every drawing and picture on my website was created by me. I spend a lot of time coming up with illustrations to accompany all of my posts and pages. I try to create original content across all of my channels, whether I'm writing about my own fiction or just generally musing on mental health or my own issues. I want to be part of the change because I believe the understanding of MH in the UK is getting better, but has a very long way to go. By being honest about my own struggles and symptoms I think others will relate and hopefully it will encourage them to talk to someone and get the help and support they need. Long term my goal is to help children too, help them understand their own mental health and how to help with the mental health of those around them. I live in the UK with my partner, daughter and dog, I swear frequently and I adore a well made, traditional, gooey, chocolatey, delicious brownie.

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