Angst Writing Prompts Novels & Stories

Reminding me of our cuddles and the hugs. He went to the small desk in the corner, opened a drawer, and pulled out a pen and a sheet of white paper. His fingers trembled slightly as he wrote down the details. He walked back and held it out to me without a word. I took the paper, my fingers brushing his. Neither of us flinched. It was a dead touch. I keyed the numbers into a text message to Angela, my own hands unsteady. I was angry, sad, frustrated. Can't really tell my main feelings at that point.

My throat burns. My hands move before my brain fully catches up. I stalk toward my drawer, yank it open, and rummage until I find my car key buried under a pile of silk scarves. My jaw clenches. I toss the scarves aside and grip the key until the sharp metal edges bite into my palm. Good. I need the sting. I need something real to hold on to. My anger feels alive, buzzing, electric under my skin. I throw on the comfiest clothes I can find, loose joggers and a soft black shirt. Something that doesn’t remind me of anyone or anything. Something that doesn’t cling or restrict my movement. I grab my phone, shove it into my pocket, and walk out.

No more hurting people because you pick one thing over another. I'm just drifting. Just half‑scenes and unmade plots, swirling forever in ink‑warm black. I could feel them down there. All the abandoned drafts, all the characters I’d ever dropped, all the paths I’d never written to the end. They weren’t cruel. Just… hungry. Stay, they seemed to murmur. Write without consequence. No one dies here unless you let them. No one asks you to finish. You never disappoint anyone again. The temptation made my stomach lurch.

If anyone disturbed her now, she would definitely lose her temper. "It's been two days and two nights. Wow, you've really outdone yourself. Are you insane? Do you not value your life anymore?" Austin's face was cold, and his gaze was as sharp as a knife. "That's not it. I know where the line is. I'm almost done—so close to winning!" Angela felt overwhelmed and helpless. "Don't come near me! Stay right there!" "Oh, the streamer's getting scolded! She's totally freaking out."

That angry spirit that I tried to keep contained all the time was agitated by their belief that I was really as silly as my appearance said. "You know what? I'd better go back to my house. "I warned in a farewell tone, standing up to end the matter. My backpack barely hit the beer bottle on the table when I went to put it back on my back. "I need to wake up early tomorrow, and I need to prepare for another exhausting and monotonous day. Until the day I will be able to write an erotic and very attractive book so that his readers can make me successful and famous. Until then... While my inspiration doesn't arrive, I need to work and get angry.”

Monster I hated waiting. Even on a good day it made me feel itchy inside. But waiting for Angela to come back from the trip into town she said she needed to make, especially when I had such a big surprise for her, was like someone had poured itching powder into my brain. It was getting so bad that I wanted to rip my own eyes out just so I could get access to my brain and give it a good scratch. “Will you stop pacing?” Fang snarled as I yet again turned on my heel and headed in his direction. I had been pacing for the last hour.

my whole body was vibrating like i was air itself. Scared i shouted "WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?"... Authors Note: hi guys.so to be frank this is my first time writing.please i want to find out.how is the story going so far.are there some things you think i should work on.if you do,you can drop your veiw at otuekongbassey9@g***l.com .Thanks

Being a wolf wasn't always pretty, I guess. Angelo came and we sat down in the office. He paced around like a child who was contemplating how to address his mum after he just witnessed her playing with some other kid she warned him not to. He was trying to figure out how to start the conversation but this only brought more fear to the hearts of the people sitting in his office. "Anyone with a suggestion that can fix this problem? Cause no one, and I mean no one is leaving here until we solve this!" He screamed and took something in his hand throwing it on the wall and watching it shatter into pieces. Everyone's heart jumped.

he no doubt handed over his phone then sat down on the chair made of Abaca. Now, how do I will start to message Sketch and Doodle? I sent my message to them with my eyes closed and I just had to wait. * Cataclysm Chapter 02 Cyclone has much energy to write, no assignments to think, no projects to do and no class for it is Sunday. "How many hours should I stare in this blank page?" Cyclone said. She sighs and sits properly. She looks at her phone and browse. "I need help to have some ideas." Cyclone decided to message Avalanche and Sandstorm the famous writers to have a brainstorming about her story. She decided to show herself to the writers she really salute even though she doesn't