Angst Writing Prompts นิยาย & เรื่องราว

why does she sound so surprised we have been addressing the baby as male? ***** I want the baby to grow and be good, even as a vampire, so I need to find him a good family, I fly around the city of England in my invisible form looking for a perfect family that desires a child, but it is harder than it looks, I just need a middle-class family not too rich and not to poor, I saw a church, where is best to look for a perfect family, I fly inside, I bask in its holiness, I love the holy ground, the church was empty, as I move around looking as the design of on the window, humans are really talented, I have not yet been assign to turn into a human, all Angels have to pass two tests before you bec

They're my angels, and I'll do anything just to fix this mess. As I ascend the stairways, my heart beats swiftly. Nearing our apartment, everything I can feel is the cold gusts of wind running into my already frigid skin. The intensity of my anxiety just gets higher when I finally twist the doorknob and swing the door open, silently. And I find no Kent in the living room. Ugh, that was a bit suspenseful, I won't deny it. Kent may still be in my room, lying and snoring. Maybe.

Evidence isn't mercy, but it gives your anger somewhere to live besides your chest. I boiled water, oversteeped tea I wouldn't touch, and opened my laptop to stare at a blank document. The cursor blinked like a heartbeat. Buried in a hidden folder was the piece I'd written nights ago—six thousand words of pure fury wrapped around research. That article had been written in white-hot anger. Today needed something colder, sharper. I created a new document and typed a headline that cut straight to the point: *Anatomy of a Tabloid: Coercion, Extortion, and the Business of Manufactured Shame*

"Do not drop my class. Use this chaos as fuel for your next assignment. Go home, plug your phone in, look at the disaster, and then sit in front of a keyboard. Put the anger, the humiliation, and the truth onto the page. Let your real voice breathe for the first time. I expect a thousand words on my desk by Monday morning." I sat there for a long time, staring at the old professor. My heart was still pounding, but the cold, paralyzing panic was slowly starting to shift into something else. Something hotter. Something that felt a lot like a spark of fury. Real writers don't run. Slowly, I stood up from the leather chair, wiping the last of the tears from my face with the sleeve of my cardigan

Rationally, it isn’t normal to begin with, so I guess this is the only plausible explanation here. ‘Then, what am I?’ I don’t think wolves look so different as I do, and I don’t hear that inner wolf voice in my mind either. My insides begin to twist and churn at the plunging depth of my clouding thoughts. Could I be something no one even knows? A sudden clap against my face has me yelping with a jump to see Angie frowning at me. “30 minutes, hurry and get ready. Elaine will be here soon”. ~

I reached my home in no time I threw the front door open as soon as the door closes behind me I sink into the floor, my legs pain running my body parts screamed in anguish, I felt feverish or was my body burning after gathering a little energy I got up and walked towards my room, the heat in my body torture me to death I convince myself to take a cold shower As the first drop of water comes in contact with my bare skin I could feel the steam release from my body, I surely took a long bathe then ever after changing into my comfortables, I didn't even care to have a dinner Instead I get ready for bed, but my racing heart won't let me sleep my eyes refuse to let go what they saw through the pai

And without another word, she walked out of the room. I sat at the edge of the hospital bed, staring at the blank sheet of paper in front of me. My hands trembled. Every time I picked up the pen, my chest tightened so badly I thought I might collapse. I had no words. There was nothing I could say that could make what I was about to do feel right. When I pressed the pen to the paper, the first word that came out was Stella. I stopped quickly. It felt empty and pathetic. I crumpled the paper, squeezing it tight, trying to transfer all my anger and aggression into it, but it wasn’t working. The heaviness in my chest still remained.

THIRD PERSON’S POV Janie’s fists tremble as she stands in the middle of her living room, her mind swirling in a chaotic storm of fury. She’s so angry she can’t think straight. The rage bubbles up in her chest, hot and suffocating. Her breaths come in short, jagged bursts as she glares at the remains of the glass objects shattered across the floor. The room feels smaller, more suffocating with each passing moment.

Fury surged through my veins, a primal rage that threatened to consume me entirely. Without hesitation, I made my way to the meeting with Beta King Tyler's family without much expectations of what they had to say. Anger burned within me, fueling my every step even when I tried to control myself. The storm brewing inside mirrored the tempest raging outside as if the elements themselves sensed the turmoil within my soul. The wind howled and the rain poured down relentlessly, amplifying the intensity of the situation.

There was anger, but also a sense of liberation. I took a bite of the burger, savoring the taste of is sweetness. Everywhere around me seemed quiet and dangerous as I glared around, searching for a place where I could find solace. The anger and frustration within me were like thunder rumbling in my chest, ready to burst forth at any moment. I stormed down the street, my eyes scanning the surroundings with an intensity fueled by my emotions. The world seemed to reflect my internal turmoil, with dark clouds looming overhead and the wind howling through the empty streets. It was as if nature itself understood the storm raging within me.