literature
Alcohol appears in literature as frequently as people drink it: We showcase our favorite alcohol-related stories and perspectives from best-selling books and beyond.
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By Diane Wise3 years ago in Proof
The Cost of Independence
Establishment of British Rule in the Indian Subcontinent British entered the subcontinent in the 15th century as traders. They established the East India Company to facilitate their trade in the subcontinent. At that time, the magnificent Mughal Empire (a prominent Muslim Empire) was ruling India and the majority of the population was Hindus, Muslims, and Sikhs. After the death of Mughal Emperor Aurangzeb Alamgir in 1707, Mughal Empire started weakening due to internal and external issues. English men gradually started interfering in politics and exploiting the resources of India in the name of trade and economic development. In 1857, Muslims, Hindus, and Sikhs fought a war of independence against the British but due to an untrained army, lack of coordination, and funds, they lost the war. The British became the sole owners of India in 1858 and occupied all the Indian provinces after killing the entire royal family during the Indian Rebellion of 1857. The last Mughal Emperor Bahadur Shah Zafar was sent into exile.
By Natasha Matloob3 years ago in Proof
Drunkness
The other day, I was drunk for the first time in my life. While I was still under the influence of alcohol, I had the idea to write about the effect it gave me. I added some information afterward. All the things I wrote after I sobered up are written in a different font so you wouldn’t mix up the two. I left some mistakes I made as they are to leave a more natural effect to the fact I was drunk. Now, that’s how the text started.
By Calie Judy Brooks4 years ago in Proof
Glory, on High St.
Two bartenders floated between the bar and tables. The after-work crowd had just about cleared out, but the house was still buzzing with seekers of proper food and potent drinks. This was the place. Every patron was given priority and, without fail, a taste of something they had never known they’d wanted so bad.
By Alex Johnson5 years ago in Proof
I Never Really Cared for It
I never really cared for red wine. My first taste was of homemade elderberry wine warmed up in a tin saucepan on the huge monster of a stove in the kitchen of my great grandmother’s house. She would stir a dollop of vapor rub into it until it melted, and if she had it, she would finish it up with some fresh lemon juice. This was her remedy for me at the first sign of a cough or the sniffles when I was a little girl. She would carry it to my bedside in a flowered china cup her mother had brought with her from the “auld country” and she would feed it to me from a tiny silver spoon. In her house wine was kept for medicinal purposes. No, I never really cared for red wine.
By Debra Rogers5 years ago in Proof
La Cita Soñada
I'm entering the bar for the third night this week. It's a classy place with live piano and great ambiance; normally understated enough, though tonight it's the busiest it's ever been. My usual seat I've warmed for countless weeks taken, and I'm forced to order down at the end like any other Tom or Sally from the street. The bartenders gaze finally meets my own, but his eyes are a reluctant sorry and I frown my disappointment in return.
By Spencer Barrett5 years ago in Proof
It's in the Blood
It was about 12 noon, I was riding my black horse; Catastros through an enormous maguey field. There were so many century plants, it went miles down. I was riding to my favorite tree where I was to meet my godfather. I was sweating so much that the breeze from riding felt so good. I was almost there when all of a sudden I heard a loud jarring noise and the earth started to split. Catastros whined and jumped and I fell immediately but I never make it to the ground... I wake up before that.
By Sara del Toro5 years ago in Proof
