Angst Writing Prompts Novels & Stories

His voice trails off, his breathing evening out slowly. I swallow past the lump in my throat, smiling with tears in my eyes. Leave it to Azren to drop a bomb and snooze. I lower my gaze to try and catch a glimpse of his face, but his messy mop of hair makes that impossible. So I just keep running my fingers through his hair to soothe his pain. I reach for my phone from the nightstand, sliding it open and going straight to my notes app. Then I start typing the details for my next story. I've kept my readers waiting for too long. This time, I'll write about the unhinged Tribrid and his angel.

We will never howl under the same moonfire and pretend we didn’t try to kill each other. But I am not blind. War takes. You got what you bled for. I got what I deserved. Ronan shifted his weight, fingers curling against the table. I reached under with my free hand, lacing our fingers together. He squeezed once, hard. I’m writing for one reason, the letter continued. Not to ask for your pity. Not to offer some groveling apology I don’t have in me. I’m writing because my wolves are hungry. Not metaphorically.

The last time I crossed my list was on my twenty-fifth birthday, no strings attached… On page 7, smudged with coffee, was today’s target: “Get fucked outdoors. Preferably under the stars. Threesome? Double check if possible.” Yeah. That one. I’d written it when I was twenty-one, half-drunk on tequila and bravado, swearing I’d be fearless by twenty-five. Now here I was, twenty-five, almost twenty-six. I imagined boats rocking gently against the dock, music drifting over the water, strangers with hungry eyes and unashamed hands. I imagined string lights flickering above me as I finally surrendered to the kind of reckless pleasure I’d only ever scribbled in secret.

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.

Then Rose share how she feels when she tried to call but she did not manage to get the phone as her pain gets worst "oh my dear it was a terrible experience I didn't expect that supposed I must go to your birthday and I wear a dress and prepare everything but when I was at the kitchen I feel something in a heart like a heartburn then. I try to drink a few cups of water but it didn't work then I walk to get some medicine and then I will call Mike but nope that was really a horror for me lucky that I still manage to call an ambulance and here there it is..." Then Angel is keeping staring at her then Angel asks her "yeah that was a difficult situation but I want to ask some questions you like

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.

She raises her phone and picks one random one from the top of her phone search list (you heard me right I said search list…these two dingbats googled dares) "To send a risque picture to your ex and caption it with I miss you baby and you have to show us the photographic proof young lady." I mentally gag at the thought of Ang's ex while I did not have the displeasure of meeting him from what she had told me…he was a horrible little troll that always gaslight Ang and always made her feel small.

I realize I can't just type: "Hey. My mom's drunk. Again. And no, she's not trying. Oh, of course, you didn't know- no one does. Her job? Well, she got fired, then lied to me she's sick. No, there's nothing wrong with her health. Might die of cancer one day, but I might get hit by a car in a few, so who knows. How about you? " I just put my phone back in the back pocket of my jeans and head out. I take a random direction, going nowhere. I'm so angry I clench my fists so tight my nails are digging my palms. Last time I'd been clenching so tight my palms were scratched. Tears sting my eyes, threatening to fall, but I can't let them streak down my face when I'm in the middle of the street. I