Anger From Inside Out Novels & Stories

______________________________________________________________________ 💜Daniel💙 I'm very fast to anger. I've got the worst temper and everyone always criticize me of it. Except for my dad who I took it from, and my manager who says it's good for me to be able to charge at my opponent. Anyway, little things make me angry. But usually I get amused when I see Agnes threatening girls because of me. I find it as entertainment, seeing her fight so much for something she can never get. I should have known that she was going to come after Unugwa.

After a few minutes of listening to them speak about how powerful and dangerous she was, and the steps they need to take to reduce the possibility of casualties, I couldn’t take anymore. I pushed my chair back so hard that it toppled over as I stood up. I narrowed my eyes at Gunner before stomping out and slamming the door behind me. I stood on the other side of the door for a moment. My breath was coming out in short harsh bursts as my anger rolled through me. I need answers, and there is only one person that can give me those. I stormed through the house and out on the patio. My anger hadn’t dissipated in the slightest. If anything, it increased tenfold. I could feel my bones starting to t

Brandi “Slut! I should’ve ended you years ago,” she shrieks as she lunges, seizing my bun, but before she can yank it, I strike her in the eye again. She yelps in agony and staggers back. Before she can regain her footing from that hit, she pulls me down with her and lands a punch to my stomach. I flinch from the pain but recover fast. She’s trying to harm my babies. Fury surges through me as I slam her head against the floor. Then I hit her again as she screams and pleads for me to stop. I’m not even sure what’s happening anymore; this rage courses through me like a wildfire torching everything in its wake: every recollection of every punch, slap, or kick she’s dealt me fuels my strength to

Angelo There comes a point in life where everything just clicks. In this case I want to do things right and spend more time with my family. The latter is easier to achieve after you fix your mess and start on a clean slate . When Arabella came to town with my cousin who I now found out is my uncle's child ; I was angry, iffy, and anxious. All three of those feelings are a major trigger . What they trigger in me is rage, that's beyond control. It triggers rouge rage . I rarely lose my temper unless I really want to protect what matters to me the most.

Air leaking out and failing me, because that time it hurt worse than turning for the first time, stunned with the brutality, and I’m going to rip that mother fucker’s god damn throat out. Somehow, I manage to inhale a breath so my lungs inflate, and push my shattered fractured bones back together enough to heal again, but that internal energy I could feel building, suddenly encases me fully with every step it takes towards me. My anger knows no bounds anymore, and I focus a rage comparable to the fiery depths of hell right at that monstrous asshat. It’s around me, shrouding me, like a veil I can almost see, translucent, yet it’s tingling my skin, urging me to wrap it up and haul it in. Feed

I could discern that he was angry. Woah, tough guy. I took a step forward to him. "And I said NO! You're not the boss of me, so get your rustic pudding face out of my way. Because I don't give two shits about you, and I don't care if I loose my life. I just don't want to be around you and your fucking bad vibes. You moron!" I screamed into his face, with a poke of the middle finger on his chest at each spoken word. And started panting because I was left breathless after shouting, making my shoulders rise and fall repeatedly, as my heart this heavily against my ears.

I stormed out of the packhouse, and I headed towards the gym, slamming the door behind me. My mind was a cornfield of anger and frustration, and I needed to channel that fury somewhere. I threw myself into a grueling workout, lifting weights with a force that seemed almost reckless. Each clang of metal and every drip of sweat was a worthless attempt to dispel the storm raging inside me. No matter how hard I pushed myself, the anger remained, gnawing at my insides. Images of Autumn and my father doing the things we had done fueled me with a rage, a fear that my anger had pushed her into accepting my father.

It’s seems that no amount of breath work can calm down the anger and frustration I feel. I am angry that they thought they could barge in here and make me feel worse about an already very bad situation. I am angry that my mom brings up that internship like I did something wrong, like it was my fault. I am angry at the flashbacks of that time I would rather forget. I am angry that they keep trying to intimidate me into being the daughter that they want instead of who I am; and I am angry at myself for letting them in some ways. I am still trying, and failing, to calm myself with long exhales when I hear someone knock at my office door.

Finding entertainment in my disheveled form. “Shut the fuck up.” It’s a breathless cursing at her as I try to regain my ability to function. I’m not going to take it lying down. Locking on to my inner anger and all my frustration, I yank myself up, forming my own sphere of lavender disaster, and throw it back at her head with everything I have in me. Visualizing caving it in and not giving two shits that my goal was to save her when I got here. It’s like unleashing a fury I have been holding in and unlocking a sense of control from the deepest pit of my soul. She has no idea how deep my anger for her goes right now.

But if you lose, I will be suing for defamation. The cashier's bravado vanished instantly. She looked resentful but eventually stepped aside, muttering curses under her breath, "Whatever. Just my luck!" Mom kept apologizing to the woman. The onlookers' glares at me grew even more hostile. I didn't care anymore. I headed straight for the restroom. The moment I locked myself in a stall, I nearly collapsed. I couldn't stop those piercing stares from playing on a loop in my mind. With trembling hands, I fished my medication out of my pocket and swallowed a pill before I could calm down.