Indignation Novels & Stories

Anger has taken a hold of me, an intense, burning sensation that courses through my veins and boils in my stomach. No words can accurately explain the outrage consuming me. My fists clench at my sides, and all rational thought has been replaced by pure rage. This is not like me; I'm usually quite gentle and composed - but right now, I feel anything but calm.

Willa gnashed her teeth together, her veins pulsing in her neck, her chest heaving and falling heavily and her face exceptionally reddened due to indignation. Willa’s fingers hovered over the upload button, but regardless of how much she tapped on the upload, it wouldn’t. Unable to take it anymore, in a fit of rage, Willa raised her phone in the air and slammed it on the floor. Willa walked toward the falling phone, raised her feet, and stomped on the phone repeatedly, her body trembling in indignation.

They were already on mine, like they’d been there all along. “I was angry that you spoke to him at all, and I lost my temper.” “I don’t know how a man like you could possibly be jealous.” “I’m not jealous.” “Then what are you?” He was quiet for a while. “Indignant. Because that man doesn’t deserve to look at you ever again, let alone speak to you. He should be dead right now, but he lives because he’s a rat in a sewer and I don’t chase rats. If he were a greater man, he would meet me face-to-face under the eyes of David, and we would carve each other like pumpkins until one of us bleeds out first. But he’s a fucking coward, a coward who didn’t deserve you in the first place. I’m indignant th

The crowd surges forward, their murmurs exploding into chaos. "Hey! What the heck! How dare you!" Baekhoon thunders, his impeccably chiseled face inflaming with rage. Filthy water mars his flawless, porcelain-like skin. Disgust, shame, and fury wrestle for dominance on his features. A nagging twinge of guilt stirs within me, but he unequivocally had it coming. I refuse to regret standing up to him. The satisfaction of witnessing his composure shatter outweighs my remorse.

Neither man said a word and Jake climbed into the back of the van, leaned against the doorframe and closed his eyes. Weasel didn’t say a word and Jake was glad for the silence. He felt absolutely nothing. It was the same every single time. He didn’t feel remorse, or guilt. It was just blank. What did that make him? He felt other things; love, anger, regret. There was probably a name for people like him. He opened his eyes and wondered if Weasel feared him more now. The kid had a lot to learn. He was only 20, not much younger than he was, but a kid in so many ways.

Throwing his body into his seat, he slammed the car door, the metal smashing against itself with a forceful bang. His nostrils flared, a low growl rumbling in his throat. Ire burned like acid through his veins. It flooded out of him with a forceful yell, his fist smashing against the car door. The knuckles of his other hand whitened as he clenched the steering wheel. His throat grew raw, his hollering growing hoarser and hoarser as he continued to scream, continued to pummel his surroundings. He heard the crack of plastic as the door casing splintered, the screen on the dash fragmenting, and yet he continued. He lashed out at anything around him until he felt his energy slowly slipping away,

she said as Jay blew up. “BECAUSE I F**CKING LIKE HER, TATIANA AND YOU JUST RUINED IT,” he yelled as both Tatiana and his girls were startled by his sudden outburst. “But, Jay, how could you like her?” She asked as Jay scoffed, “Because she didn’t just want a simple f**k unlike some people,” he said as Tatiana gasped and before she could argue with Jay. “TATIANA! WHERE ARE YOU, YOU DISGUSTING BITCH?” Anna angrily yelled as she rushed towards Tatiana, but was held back by Jay, “YOU SON OF A B**TCH!” Anna yelled trying her best to grab Tatiana, who smirked.

I must have twisted it while running for my poor life. "Oh Goodness" Mark exclaimed. I was surprised. No f words?. So Americans who didn't use swear words existed (I'm not trying to imply anything by this statement but he was a jock. I was expecting that from him). "Can you walk?" He asked as I tried taking a step and the pain was something else. "I don't think so bu-" I didn't get to finish my sentence when I felt myself being carried up as I shrieked. "Put me down" I squirmed

Stumbling back a few steps, I let the door shudder closed in front of me, blocking out the sight of pure hell. Turning around, I stare straight at Fate, anger consuming each cell in my body individual. Heat explodes from my core, ensuring that whatever this infuriating feeling is, I’m going to have to act upon it. So, with clenched fists, I charge at the arrogant looking immortal, ready to throw hits or something…anything to make him feel the amount of frustration I am at this moment. “I desert! Really?” I snap, thrashing my fists at his chest. He steps back, avoiding my hits. “You’re demented, you know that? Why couldn’t we just have a civil conversation?”

"Come closer Alex." "Sir?" "Come closer," He repeated slowly. Alex took a step forward. "Closer." Another step. "Closer Alex don't make me come to you." Alex took a deep sigh and walked towards him. "Now, look at my face, tell me what you see?" Alex actually saw a lot of things, eyebrows he found too bushy, mustard at his chin and whatever whitish substance was at his moustache. "Anger," Alex murmured. "Louder!"