Angst Writing Prompts Novels & Stories

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.

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"

Angie said, flashing Aurora a heart sign and then pulling out her phone. Just as Aurora reached the door, Angie suddenly let out a loud exclamation. Aurora turned around. "What happened?" "That damn author actually insulted me!" Angie shouted. Aurora walked over to the bed. "What are you talking about?" "I've been reading a novel for the past few months, and it's written so poorly it drives me crazy. I've been insulting the author for months, and now the author dared to insult me back! This is too much!" Angie replied angrily.

Charlie pulled Angus over and looked at Antonio as he spoke, “Let me introduce you. This is Angus. He runs a roast goose restaurant in Oskiatown, and there is a gang called Burning Angels who come to him every month to extort three thousand US dollars from him. What's your connection with the Burning Angels?” “They have no connection with me…” Antonio subconsciously tried to excuse himself, but before he could finish, he suddenly realized that this might be the reason why Charlie had come looking for him in the first place!

she faked sob, patting her chest. "Awwwww Bell," Angelina cooed, giving her a side hug. "I need that" She sniffled, "The final project is fucking taking a toll on my brain like a jigsaw and it's finishing me. I need a long fucking, a hard and rough fucking which could burn off the frustrations hell out of me". Angelina's face widened as she choked on her spill and cleared her throat, "Ewwww," Angelina made a disgusted face, shaking her head. Her friend didn't have a filter or shame.

The theme should be angsty romance, and she already failed. I stopped reading her manuscript and went to my email and sent her a message, and I will make it to be sent by this Saturday so that she will be shocked with the result. It will be too suspicious that I read her manuscript within a day. Well, it's just a hundred thousand words. I can read it in one sitting. I start typing what message to her, and it will be sent by the date I desire. After creating the email, I close my laptop and workout. I need to get my body more buff for her to not resist me anymore in bed. So I am looking forward to our next night.

Adolphus’s P.O.V. “Set your mind free from all the feelings, Angel. This fire is meant to burn you, but it can’t burn you until you feel like it. Let your mind find the calmness and coldness of the water. Let the coldness of the water cover your whole body.” Cathy continued instructing Angel, who was now sitting in the middle of a big fire circle. I was so anxious that I almost bit off my whole nail of my right index finger. My heart was thudding hard against my ribcage.