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Whiskey Nightmare
by Davin Rae

26-year-old Zoe discovers a shot of whiskey changes her persona. She uses it to her advantage, transforming herself into her alter. However, she soon discovers she's not controlling her transformation, and she's at the mercy of an ever powerful group. Members are using her to fulfill their greed, controlling her thoughts and her moves. Will she succumb to the powerful or fight her way out? "Sounds interesting!"

Chapter 1

I slowly awoke to a ray of sunlight gleaming through the window piercing my eyelids. I turned over, sheets a mess, trying to shun the light as best I could. My hip hurt, I thought for a moment. After I was settled I noticed it was still light, the sun still beating down into the room.

Funny, usually when I’m facing this side of my bedroom my bleak walls are a delight. I groggily began to open my eyes, curious as to why so much light was around me.

I felt a surge of pain shoot up through...

Chapter 2

My taxi driver must’ve honked the horn an excruciatingly obnoxious amount on the way home, but I was feeling generous and threw him a hundred as I stepped out onto the sidewalk. I shut the door, my oversized T-shirt almost getting stuck. Luckily, my reflexes grabbed it and prevented me from almost being dragged down the streets of New York. I have my cat to thank for that.

I reached inside my bag for my key while I was heading up the stairs to my loft apartment. It sounds fancy, but in realit...

Chapter 3

Laila was still talking on the other end of the line and I found myself “mhm”-ing her to death. She didn’t seem to notice and before I knew it Trevor was calling and she was hanging up.

I gently put my phone down on my bed. I placed my fingers over top of it as if I was calling for secrets to come out. I zoned out thinking of the differences between Laila and I. She was my best friend who took a risk and moved across country. I was a mediocre journalist trying to make it in a sea ...

Chapter 4

It felt 10 degrees warmer in the bar as I came out of the rest room. Several ladies passed me on my way out wearing sweaters. How on earth are they not sweating? I thought as I took my gray cardigan off.

I graced my hand over my high cheekbones and plump lips. My dark, full eyebrows were still the same and my eyes still had their brown hue.

I headed over to the bar and ran my hand through my new black hair, pulling it to one side. My new locks were much longer than I was used to.


Chapter 5

I was startled by the loud vibration of my phone on the snack table. I quickly picked it up.

“One new message”

Sliding my finger across my screen I clicked on the messages app. My heart stopped. It read:

Matt: “Hey, sorry I missed you this morning. Hope you slept well.”

I placed my phone on my lap and looked up in disbelief. I guess we must’ve exchanged numbers last night before he put me to sleep in his room. I vaguely remember stumbling around whil...

Chapter 6

Soon I found myself at Rockaway. It was a small bar, easy to miss if you weren’t a local or weren’t searching for it in particular. I walked in and found a seat. The smell of smoke hit my nostrils and the hazy air was all around. I didn’t smoke, but did Lennox?

The bartender brought me a beer. As he placed it down on the coaster the seat next to me moved backward. I looked up, happy to see a familiar face.

“Hey there,” Matt said. “Good to see you again.&r...

Chapter 7

I left Matt’s apartment about an hour before my persona wore off. The subway got me home just in time for me to transition. They became easier now after years of practice. As I finished walking up the last staircase to my floor I saw Josh fumbling with his keys trying to get in his door. Brutus was whimpering on the other end.

He looked back at me, startled.

“Hey how’s it going?” he said nonchalantly.


Still Lennox, I couldn’t wal...

Chapter 8

I left work early since I wasn’t getting anywhere with my story. No one would talk and it seemed like a dead end. Luckily for me, Grace gave me an extension as she realized it takes a bit more investigating to create a good story. There were some days I liked that woman and other days where I wondered how she managed to get promoted to editor.

I wished I was meeting Josh for something to take the edge off instead of for tea, but I continued on to the cafe. It started raining and I was wearing...

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