Angst Writing Prompts Novels & Stories

TRIGGER WARNING THIS BOOK IS STRICT EROTICA - 18+ ONLY CONTAINS EXTREME EXPLICIT SEX, HEAVY BLASPHEMY, PRIEST/YOUNG WOMAN TABOO, ROUGH SEX, CHOKING, SPANKING, FILTHY DIRTY TALK, AND RISK OF GETTING CAUGHT IN CHURCH. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. "Angela's POV" At twenty-three years old, I was pretty sure I was going straight to hell — and I was surprisingly okay with it.

Full-blown аngеr is rаgіng thrоugh mе. Angеr аnd fеаr. IA іѕ сlеаrlу out fоr blооd. My blood. Sсhmіtt аttасkеd еvеrу wоrd I said. Hе turned everything аrоund. Hе аlmоѕt ѕuggеѕtеd I рlаnnеd thіѕ frоm thе ѕtаrt.

My name is Anastasia, I am twenty years old and I have black hair and brown eyes, my mother died, in a car accident when I was thirteen, since then it's been just dad and I. I am a writer, I've never published a book before, but I'm working on it, right now I work at the local restaurant, it's just me, the owner and three other girls, and then the kitchen workers, that's it. It's Wednesday evening and my shift just ended, I took off my maroon apron, waved bye to Aaron, the owner, took a pastry off the counter, showed it to Aaron, who just smiled and winked, I left the restaurant, and started my ten minute walk home, on the way I saw Geoffrey, a homeless man

" I'm not punishing you . I'm angry . You of all people should know that I'm either not chatty or warm towards anyone when I'm angry . See I'm stuck in between a rock and A hard place where you are concerned . I love you and you know that very well. I made a promise to God and everyone that we love to be there for you, through sickness; health , for better or worse . I've been challenged on all fronts and I don't know what to do now. I don't know how to react. I don't know what's right. I don't know what's wrong and it's frustrating because I can trigger you and you can go back into your shell and not talk to me. " Angelo lifted up his head and looked at me . I was quiet because I was listen

My chest tightens until it hurts to breathe. I sit down at the desk. The cool surface presses against my elbows. I try to write. The keys clack under my fingers. The words stall almost immediately. The threat hangs like a dark cloud over my creativity. The room fills with the scent of a second coffee brew. The machine hums again. I sip the fresh mug. The heat grounds me for a second. My eyes dart back to the post. Comments keep growing. Some defend me. Others tear me down. I draft a reply. “This is a lie. I’m no puppet.” My fingers shake as I hesitate over the send button. The risk feels too high. The clock ticks past eleven. I grab a granola bar from the counter. The oats are sweet and chew

Though I had to pee, I couldn’t get anything to maneuver. "Stage fright?" Gemma laughed as she hurled a plume of smoke from her cigarette. "Shove up a finger. That usually works when I’m pissed." I nervously smiled and squeezed until my urine flowed naturally. "So?" Gemma said, returning to her past subject, "Would you wish to return to the apartment for a celebration?" "However, there are just two people," I stated as I wiped my puss and pulled my knickers up. "Well," she said, curling her lip prior to taking another drag. "He explained it was a celebration party, but wishes to fuck the arse off me and I’m more than fucking prepared after believing what that fucking monster is between his t

Samson dropped his phone on the bar and tried to flag down a bartender, accidentially dragging his sleeve through a spill of beer. "Damn it!" he cursed. He was pissed. Pissed at everything and every little thing made him angry. Anger wasn't a good thing for him. It made him want to sink his teeth into someone's neck and feed until he couldn't breath anymore... But that would mean killing anyone he fed on. He could easily do that, as the place was filled with humans. Drunk, wasted humans. All he had to do was lure one of them outside. Hell, he was sure he wouldn't even have to do that as there would be some people outside already. Snatch, eat, erase... Easy peasy.

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

Angie sighed in frustration, banging her head against the door. She stood up, stumbled toward the window, and opened it wide. “Would jumping from here be painful? Would I die instantly? If it left me disabled, I’d only be a greater burden to Mom and Jimmy.” Angie clenched her fists tightly, pounding the window frame with all her strength. All her thoughts were in vain. It would only end in suffering far worse than what she was experiencing now. But how could she escape either one—the suffering of life, or Mike? ***

The sun finding its way from the horizon to the summit of the sky, pierced its lucid sunlight to the people, making their faces plastered with an eerie glow, squinting eyes, and glittered demeanor. The birds are soaring high with zeal and zest; it could bring courage to even a derelict in the search for betterment in its life. Angela stood up from the table and helped her mother. Her dad had left, and she had finally had a chance to speak to her mom, "are you okay, honey?" said her mother; "I am sorry, but maybe;" Angela looked at her mother's face and noticed a blue mark beneath her eye, "he hit you again didn't he"