Angst Writing Prompts Novels & Stories

I won’t let anyone who hurts the person I love go scot-free. A slow, burning rage simmers inside me, spreading through my veins like wildfire. My jaw clenches, and my breathing deepens as my vision sharpens with focus. I press a hand against my desk, the wood groaning under my grip. No more hesitation. No more second-guessing. It ends tonight. ******** The sky is cloaked in darkness, the city humming with distant life, but here, in my quiet space, the tension is suffocating. I wait, pacing, each second dragging like an eternity.

' She set her phone down and placed her hand on her belly, where the twins were settling in for the night. "Well, babies," she whispered. "Your mom just made a very brave or very stupid decision. Guess we'll find out which one." The twins shifted in response, a gentle flutter that felt like encouragement. Angela pulled out her sketchbook and turned to a fresh page. She drew a woman standing on a stage, script in hand, face turned toward bright lights. The woman looked scared but determined. Ready. At the bottom, she wrote: '"Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is say yes to the thing that scares you most."'

I couldn’t. Instead, I sat down at my desk and stared at the stack of papers before me. Letters I hadn’t sent, drafts of thoughts I hadn’t voiced. I pulled out a pen and began again, letting the words pour out like water from a faucet I hadn’t touched in days. I wrote about longing, about frustration, about the strange combination of anger and desire that burned inside me. Each sentence was a release, each paragraph a small exorcism of the turmoil that refused to leave.

A product of selfish behavior. I am angry. No ‘angry’ doesn’t even come close to describing the rage or animosity I am feeling at suffering with so many other innocent people at the center of someone else’s stupidity and greed. I can feel the earth beneath me rumble. I feel the air around me press into my skin. The rain just out of my reach is fighting to get in, pelting the barrier Adrielle has up. The flame under my skin is bursting to get out. It wants to take over like with Vincent and just incinerate the problem that Adrielle is. I just don’t think she is going to go out as easy as he did, and there was nothing easy about that.

ANGEL Everyone has a dark secret. The filthiest, dirtiest, corrupted fantasies that we imagine just before sleep take us to oblivion. That innate desire our judgmental world silences, it lingers in the pit of your stomach, spreading like a virus, an incurable, rotten disease to your throat, an abomination never to be whispered. Do you have a secret like that? Think hard. . . You can tell me. Don't you have one like that? Think again. . . Harder. Go deeper. Take me in—all of me. I want to be inside. . . of your mind.

Rose's Pov: I stand up, my legs weak beneath me, as I reach for the doorknob. The cool metal under my fingers sends a jolt through my body, but it does little to calm the anger surging inside me. Don’t go back to old habits. Just stay calm, I tell myself, my voice a quiet whisper that barely reaches my ears. But it’s not enough. My thoughts are a whirlwind—fueled by frustration, guilt, and a deep sense of dread I can’t shake. It feels like I’m being swallowed whole by everything I’ve been trying to push down.

Unknown I saw red. She was everywhere. Stupid Ava! Anger coursed through my body. The adrenaline pumping through my veins left a bitter taste in the back of my mouth, and it felt as if my chest were caving in. I tried to take deep breaths through my nose but they wouldn’t help. My mind raced with ideas for a distraction as the anger grew in intensity. I didn’t think anything could make this worse, however, the feeling persisted and grew stronger. “This is ridiculous!” The words flew out of my mouth as soon as they formed. A wave of anger was building up inside me. I wanted to scream. I had never wanted anything more than to unleash the fury inside me. But now. Now I couldn’t. I had to be cal

Heat poured into me from that mug, but nothing compared to the waves rolling through me when he closed the door, I almond choked on my coffee. He didn’t sit. Instead, he perched on the corner of my desk, he was so close I could feel the tension radiate. His gaze darkened when he saw the blank document on the screen. “You planning to start today?” he asked softly. I swallowed. “It’s the outline phase.” “Use urgency. Make me real.” “I’m not writing a fantasy,” I replied, tapping the outline. He traced a finger down the edge of the desk until it touched the glass. “Fantasy is just power whispered in the dark.”

ASTRA Anger, hatred, fury and most of all, desperation raged inside of me. I was dying to keep my tears in check and my lips trembled uncontrollably as I tried to breathe in enough oxygen to keep me alive. Yet, at other moments, I wanted to cease my breath long enough to actually die before I would be made to crown this monstrous bastard. The smell of his pipe filled my nostrils, adding to the choking sensation in my throat. My breath was short and heavy but he didn't care as he held me effortlessly onto his shoulder.

LAIA The worse thing to experience, is the kind of anger that sits tight in your chest and has nowhere to go because you're standing in the middle of a cobblestone street next to your friend who doesn't know anything, and you can't scream, can't cry, can't do any of the things your body is desperately requesting permission to do. I try to crease my face into a smile and act like nothing is wrong… but it isn’t working. "Are you alright?" Zia's comforting voice asks, and I flash a forced smile.