Angst Writing Prompts Novels & Stories

is all I can come up with. “Oh, maybe you'll remember when you see my face on your big day,” Angelo informs me, and I can almost picture the sick smile on his face before he hangs up. I stand there, staring at the phone in my hand as my fingers tremble. I struggle to rub some heat into my system—I’m suddenly so cold. Everyone is out to make my life difficult, and this feels like my breaking point. I want to run into a closet, lock myself in, and hide, but I have a pair of the most adorable eyes that look up to me—I can't allow myself to be weak and let them down.

I рumр mу аrmѕ dеѕреrаtеlу, ѕрееdіng uр, frаntіс tо еѕсаре, but I’m sure thеу’rе bеhіnd mе. My stocking clad fееt ѕееm clumsy. I’m nоt fаѕt еnоugh tо mаkе it. I nеаrlу trip аnd I сut mуѕеlf, but thе раіn іѕ ѕесоndаrу to the раnіс that’s ѕurgіng thrоugh me. Thе аngеr іѕ gоnе nоw, ѕmасkеd out of mе bу thаt соld concrete. All thеrе is is fеаr and cold ѕwеаt between mу brеаѕtѕ.

She thought and clenched her hands on her dress nervously. My heart is beating so hard, my head is so dizzy. I have to try.. “Thank ...Thank you”. She finally voiced out. Antonio played deaf. He must be angry…the way to relieve him from that is ….sex according to him, she thought and sighed inwardly and looked out the window, watching as they sped past the night city streets. Minutes of intense silence,Angela had no idea where they were going, she kept the question to herself. “I am fucking angry right now”.

He felt trapped in a maze of complicated feelings, and uncertainty about the future of his family pressed on his heart. With no clear direction, the Afghan decided to leave, driving his car at high speed. The road seemed to pass by quickly, reflecting his chaotic state of mind. He felt the need to be alone, to find a space to release the emotions that were overwhelming him. “Adelia... I'm sorry,” Afgan said hoarsely. Arriving at the fitness center, Afgan entered without speaking to anyone. He headed to the free exercise area, choosing a boxing pillow as a means to release his unbearable anger. Afgan punched the pillow with full force, trying to release all the anxiety and dissatisfaction wit

After Volk had talked to his host. They welcomed him. He had in mind to ask them for help but he didn’t know how to tell them. ************************************************************************************* “ Please don’t hurt me!” Angel screamed at the top of her lungs. They ran round her as they circled her. Gritting their teeth as puffs of smoke existed their angry. Angel was scared shitless because she had never gotten a close encounter with angry wolves, though she knew she had unknown enemies. She could some how hear them converse.

Thunders rolled and crackled inside the box and dark cumulonimbi clustered over Angus's head with flashes of lightning dancing amongst the darkened plumes. "LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!" cried Angus with horror as he saw the thunder clouds clustering overhead. Swoosh! A bolt of lightning sprang out of the dark clouds and slammed into Angus's back. Crack! Sickening sizzles of burning flesh accompanied Angus's agonizing shrieks of pain as blood oozed out of the blackened wound now exposed by the broken and charred skin with numbing sensation electrifying every limb of his. Swoosh!

"But after the whole thing with Rooney, I was so convinced I would never sit down to write again. I was done with writing. And I was done with books. And I was done with reading. And I was just done with everything. And I was so mad at everything and everyone. Well, except you. But I had this roaring rage inside me and I didn't know what to do with it. I didn't know where to take it. And then I started therapy. And then my therapist told me to try pouring all that rage on a blank piece of paper. So I sat down that night and I just poured all my rage and hatred and confusion and pain into the paper. Writing is slowly healing me." "What are you trying to say?" "You are angry, I get it." She sa

Writer’s POV Zayne stormed out of the room, his mind spinning with anger and disgust. He didn’t want to see Vanessa or Zach for now. Not after what he had just witnessed. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his heart pounded violently in his chest. How could Vanessa do something like that? How could she stoop so low? He needed air. He needed to calm down, but every time he thought about what he saw, rage bubbled inside him all over again.

“I really shouldn’t have gone there. Shouldn’t have gone to that stupid gathering! Or worn this dress.” I allowed myself get so hyped up… and this is the end. This is what I get! “What sort of insult is this?” I just bit my lips, a silent cry stuck in my throat as I sat there. Chest burning with both anger and frustration at just … everything! But above all, my fingers ached. Tingled even. To do something. Anything. To write. Like I’ve always done.

"I know, but my wolf is absolutely against it. She says repeatedly she won't submit to Eckley. How can I force my wants on her without ruining any possibility of a relationship with her?" Ang frowned. "I'm sorry your wolf doesn't care about what you want. But Celly, by not accepting, isn't she forcing her wants on you?" "Yes. But she's a bitch. If she had a physical form, she would be a bully." I sighed. "Lets start our routine. I don't want to think, I want to move." Ang and I took our starting positions. We moved through poses slowly, methodically. We focused ourselves inwards, concentrating on each movement, each change of position. As we moved from our standing poses to our seated poses,