Angst Ideas Novels & Stories

"Speaking of which, I've been thinking about something. What if we started small? Just... sharing your work online. See what happens." 'What if we started small?' The words hung between them like a bridge Angela wasn't sure she was brave enough to cross. She picked at the fraying edge of the couch's cushions, her manicured nails—still perfectly maintained despite her emotional turmoil—catching threads that unraveled under pressure.

That would be too gross and I'm so close to the edge of reason that would be the last straw. I'm doing my best to keep it together and I'm quaking with anger. He probably thinks it's from fear, what an fucking idiot. We just stand there waiting for his next order like a group of weak submissive females. I feel so dirty and murderous at the same time. I distract myself with thinking of all the ways I could kill him , and the best way to not get caught doing it.

And now, with Axel’s condition, she cannot risk his life. Rebecca scoffed softly. “Stop living like a ghost. If you keep living like this, hiding, suffocating yourself in fear, you will never escape it. Your past already took enough from you. Don’t let it steal your present too.” She crossed her arms. “It’s just a party, Angela, not a battlefield. Stop punishing yourself because of some scumbag who doesn’t even deserve your fear.” Angela let out a slow breath, cupping the back of her neck as she looked at them, conflicted. “You both don’t understand…” she whispered.

AMBER Alone in my room, the weight of my thoughts pressed heavily on my chest, making it hard to breathe. My imagination ran wild, spiraling into the dark abyss of revenge. It was both exhilarating and terrifying, the power I now held over the destinies of those who had wronged me.

he tried explaining but I still can’t understand. Staring at him, I can see he is genuine about his words. There is no hint of fakeness and anything on him. “If I am sick, what sickness?” “Schizophrenia.” I laughed nervously shaking my head. I’m seeing real things. They aren’t my imaginations. Angelo and Hailey are real. How dare them think I am crazy? “That’s crazy!” I exclaimed in disbelief.

Hearing Anga's explanation made Anyelir understand that actually Angga only needs attention, and Angga needs a psychiatrist to get rid of his trauma and problems. With that temperament, Anyelir thinks that all Angga does is just fortify him. himself, even though what Angga did was wrong. Carnations also feel Feeling sorry for what happened to Anga, Anyelir hopes that she will be close to him. I hope he can help Angga little by little and reduce his burden.

She is mine, all mine and the sooner she accepts this fact, the better it is for her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the beginning, I mentioned that he was suffering from OCD (obsessive-compulsive disorder). The same with which the ML of Saubhagyavati Bhava was suffering. I think I watched too much of that serial in my teenage years. PS: Angel needs to pick up her sandals and hit his head with it to bring out the spirit of OCD from him

Angelo can’t help but to nervously gulp, “Seriously, why does the big brother of Aimie have such scary mood swings. One moment his kind as a statue- since he won’t even look your way no matter how hard you try, then next moment he goes on a killing spree with just his glare.” “I’m just helping the zookeepers in finding an animal that must be placed- inside the zoo. Aren’t you proud? Not only will I be easing the zookeeper’s job, but I will also provide the animal a place where he can live in peace without killing his precious little sister,” Angelo can’t help but smile at what he said. “Looks like my speaking skills are improving. When the time comes when the zookeepers would take away this

Angy took her time in preparing herself for the day Both her parents had just woken up and although they had been surprised to see her awake so early, they had gone on with their morning routine as usual Even now as she was in the shower, Angy didn't feel like her usual self Maybe it was because of the event (which she dare not mention) of yesterday. She told herself it was completely normal to feel so solemn about such crazy things happening, but the thing was, Angy wasn't feeling frightened and that was what bothered her most. Maybe she should see therapist. Or even a psychiatrist Nonsense. All of it was nonsense! Was she going crazy? Was everything she saw just her mind playing tricks on

, ohh somebody has grown some wings, swiftly I move across the room and wrap my hand around his neck "just because, I let you follow me around, don't mean you talk to me anyhow" I press his neck, he of all people should know how quick temper I am, my parent have taken me to therapy countless times because of it, the poor woman has dig and dig, looking for what making so angry and arrogant, definitely not because of my parent, they are loving, caring, and always try their best to make me feel safe and loved, I'm just this way... "I'm..sor..ry" he struggles out, his face turning red,