Frustration Funny Novels & Stories

I slammed the phone down in frustration and ran my fingers through my hair. Arrghh, this is hard. Harder than I thought. These bastards really love their riddles. Damn!

He's watching Futurama. He laughs at the scene where Fry, the cartoon's protagonist, makes a joke about gum and I lose my straws. Or is it the last straw? Whatever. Without giving it much thought, I pick the pillow up from the side of the couch and toss it as hard as I can in his direction. The pillow hits him in the side of the face and Hudson jumps up in surprise, looking in each direction like the San Francisco mob has started pelting people with pillows rather than bullets. "What the fuck was that for?" he asks, staring at me completely bewildered.

I gritted my teeth. "Pervert! Why are you always stopping the serious topic with this nonsense words of yours?!" I said frustrated. He chuckled with his taunting eyes. He is really annoying! "Well...you're funny when you are angry," he said and wiped his lips with the table napkin. "What?!" I said almost punching him! Is he making fun of me?! "You look like an angry dog when you are mad," he said playfully. My cheeks heated up and I couldn't help it anymore. I stood up from my seat and get the pillow near my bed and then with no inhibition I hit his head with the pillow.

"Is something bothering you?" I could not help it as I chuckled to myself in frustration. How could he not think I was frustrated!?

I suggested and she smirked "I am also busy, come back TOMORROW, what part of that sentence do you not understand huh? You're bothering me, please go" Holy moly, why am I always unlucky? Why do I always meet the wrong people, the mean and bad minded ones? I tell you, this makes life really frustrating "Why are you this mean?" I asked frustratingly and she bursted into a wild laughter “Mean? Did…did you just say mean?“ She said in hitches whilst still laughing

RUE I sat at my office desk feeling really frustrated. Small things were bothering me, like not finding my pen and having an email I didn't read. I tried to work on my laptop, but I couldn't stop thinking about what happened last night. "Ugh," I sighed, running my hand through my hair. The board meeting was stressing me out, and the memories from the strip club kept coming back, making it hard to focus. My usually neat office was a mess, with papers scattered everywhere. It just added to my frustration—with myself, the whole situation, and the memory that wouldn't leave me alone.

Is he still laughing at me? "Are you making me fun because of me?" I punched his arm while asking. "Fck, I can't stop laughing." My gad, what's funny? "What's funny? And stop cursing no!" I am really irritated right now but yeah it's effective. He doesn't remember my food hehe.

Timika 5 Years Later “Again!!!” I’m yelled at for the 20th time this morning! I groan in frustration as I get back up and take my stance. What is with me today? He comes at me, and usually I would have moved quickly, and ducked the move, just to catch him off guard and knock him down. Yet, today, I’m slow, clumsy …useless!!! “For Fox Sake!!” I let out with frustration! I run over to the side, and vomit. Trying to hide my shame from Uncle Garren and Auntie Lil.

Are you serious with your question? “Your moodswing is getting worse, you just got mad at me. And now, you’re acting like a cute puppy who hasn’t been eating, ”Auden complained, ruffling his own hair violently, a sign of frustration. He sat up and faced me. “I’m not getting rid of you, okay. How many days have you been stressed because of what is happening and I just thought that maybe you want to visit your family and clear your mind. ”

My summer plans are crushed, just like the passenger side of my car. The driver exits his vehicle, scratches his hand down his face, quickly examines the damage and laughs. He literally laughs. “Is this funny to you? What the hell is wrong with you?” This only makes him laugh more. His SUV has barely a scratch and my car is toast. How is this funny? When I realize my loss is his morning comedy, I see red. “You're an asshole,” I spit, louder than I had intended.