Angst Prompts Novels & Stories

“Seriously, who would call that ugly Homosapien as hubby. I would rather eat disgusting foods than call him in a sickly sweet endearment.” Angelo said to himself while trembling in repugnance at what Anton suggested. “Can’t I stick to calling him ugly Homosapien? Seriously, it gives me shudders imagining myself calling him with cheesy endearments. Imagining myself calling him with some disgustingly sweet name makes me want to faint in disgust.” Angelo suddenly has goosebumps all over his body while imagining himself- who’s the most handsome guy in the face of the earth calling that bastard Mark- a hubby, or much worst, calling him sugar plum. “So obnoxious.”

The weight of anticipation crackled around her, an electric premonition of the storm brewing beneath the surface. As she scrutinized Dynasty, Angela saw a fleeting scowl crossing her features, a flicker of something dark and fierce surfacing momentarily. A solitary finger lifted in an arresting gesture, her head shaking almost imperceptibly, a silent warning. Then, in a jarring moment that sent a tremor through the air, Dynasty erupted from her high-backed leather chair.