Center your story around someone who’s boiling over with anger, frustration, or jealousy.

Posted in Angst on Jan 24, 2025

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“THE UNRAVELING OF THE JONES” by Candy Burrowbridge

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Judy and Stan had happily married five and a half years ago, but as each has passed Stan's infidelity has mounted and Judy's jealousy has grown like a raging forest fire! All the lies and deceit were so frustrating! Never had she been so angry. In the beginning their bond was so strong. They wanted to spend any and every free moment together. Everyone, including Stan and Judy,were delighted on their wedding day. Who knew that over the course of five and a half years it would be ripped to shreds. Their relationship had become unrecognizable ...

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“Want.” by Robin Maxwell

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I'm not someone who gossips. I'm not, really. Not usually. But God when you touch her hip I start screaming. The distaste I have for the both of you- I was sitting in the stadium seats, looking down at the stage. You two held hands, and gazed into each other's eyes, stars and moons swirling and silent words being exchanged between fluttering lashes. You sang- how I love your voice- and she smiled. It's just acting. It's just acting. I'd leaned over to Iris and buried my face in my hands. It hurts I gasped Really bad- I know She had paused. ...

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“THE THEATRE” by Jean N

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She is standing inside the box office. It’s small, singular, like youwould expect in a theatre of this size. There is a small space heater which works well enough. She is wearing her long yellow scarf, wrapped twice around. It’s a cold city. “Fiona?” She looks up from the book she is reading, “Theo?” He is wearing different glasses, and his hair is longer now, his curls pulled back in a ponytail. It’s him though. “Well, here you go,” she says, handing him his wallet. “Thanks a lot, I really appreciate it,” he says. “Mind...

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“BFF , best pal ” by Zhou Wx

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One of my best pal , he is fuming with anger , frustration and jealousy , quite a selfish guy to be exact and by the way , most of my friends are childish people .One of the few to always leave the group when we are in trouble , he basically just ran away ...quite a braggart most times , they are very timid guys .many just look nice but most of them are usually timid people .expecting tons of bullshit from them is usual , everyday occurrence . most of them are money hungry and not much of them possess EQ .the way they handle stuffs are very ...

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“You Should Just Tell Someone” by Najwa Zandlo

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“Hey! Welcome to Rinky Dinks! Are you having a fantastic day?”The girl behind the counter reciting this ridiculous chant with the same enthusiasm over-and-over again seems nice enough. She has soft brown hair, pulled into a messy braid that hangs over her shoulder. Her hazel eyes catch the sun through the window, and the flecks of green and gold illuminate the whites of her eyes against the stark contrast of her iris. The freckles on her cheeks, scattered with no rhyme or reason, serve only to compound her innocence. She can’t be older than ...

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“The Veilbloom” by Chloe Carter

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Elwen absorbed the gentle coastal wind as it caressed her face from where she sat within the moors that lined her village. Stray whisps from her plaited brown gold streaked hair broke free as it was picked up by draughts. Distant sounds of the nearby market where she worked were a pressing reminder that she had stolen extra minutes to escape work duties. The red knitted hat protecting her ears played tug of war with the increasing gusts that rippled through the purple heather as she ran back towards the busy village, only looking down to ens...

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“Chinese resteraunt Tea ” by Alexandra Van Horn

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The one thing that she did enjoy , was to watch the Jasmine tea leaves in a freshly poured cup, swirling lazily as they sank down and danced to the bottom. “Chinese restaurant tea” She called it, every time, every day after the first sip, grumbling quietly to her husband Ernesto that it never tasted as good when they made it at home .They hardly ever left the house anymore,not to go anywhere. Not with her “behavior” lately.“Exhente.” he’d started to call her ,One hand placed firmly on a stiffened back bent over, the other reac...

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“Laboratory #6” by Stephen McManus

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Everything started after the dead monkey reanimated, smashed out the glass cage and attacked Dr. Pangilinan. The ear-shattering biocontainment alarm blared moments after the glass cracked. By the time Dr. Lee turned to see what was happening, the creature had exploded into the lab. It leapt onto Pang’s arm, biting deeply, breaking bone. He swung his arm wildly launching the creature across the room. It landed with a meaty thud, slid sideways on the polished floor, and swept the legs out from under a heavy table. The table tipped over, with t...

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“Death Refuses a Bride” by CC Haycraft

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Blaise Carter felt her heart thunder in her chest, felt the blood swell and bloom like the kiss of a thousand roses in her cheeks. Her soft, ebony curls now fell across blazing cheek, the spirals bouncing with every angry movement. Her helter-skelter walk seemed to drag of her of it's own accord over the floor to the target of her fury. She stared incredulously ever forward, looking up and down the hooded figure before her... "Clay!" the name sounded through gritted teeth more like some ancient curse in a long forgotten tongue. &...

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“Pebble” by Ashanti Bushnell

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Rain pattered against glass. Burnt beans overtook the scent of fresh bread. Voices overlapped as stories were shared and gossip was spilled. The game played on the tv, we were winning. The buzz in the air was almost intoxicating, even the rain couldn’t dull it. Grey stared at the brown liquid. Steam rose, collecting into beads of sweat as his face hovered over the cream colored mug. Blonde curls curtained flushed skin and bleeding lips as his teeth pulled at the delicate skin. He was in his own air, the buzz flowed around him. Hi...

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“Night Picnics” by Ashly Callaway

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Night Picnicsby Ashly Callaway Nora’s SisterOnce a week, Nora goes on night picnics. She walks our neighborhood on the nights before recycling pickup and says you can tell a lot about a family by what they’re consuming. In bare feet she stoops over each plastic recycling bin and shops for the things that make her feel better: Prego spaghetti sauce jars, empty skim milk jugs, Orange Crush cans, Coors Light cans, sometimes a lovely but empty bottle of wine, sharp opened tins of sardines, a folded cardboard box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. But sh...

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“Silver Spoon” by Jeff Macloud

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“I knew it! You prick!” The coffee mug missed my dodging head by about six inches, but the stream of steaming liquid hit my face, burning my skin and causing me to instinctively close my eyes. I could smell the whiskey in the coffee.The sugar bowl that followed hit me square on the nose and upper lip. When I opened my eyes, and pulled my hands down from my mouth, my palms were dripping with fresh blood.“Bleed out, you bastard,” she screamed to the ceiling. “Bleed out!”I turned my back on her and walked towards the downstairs bathroom. I...

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“Beer Goggles” by Chris Riffle

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There’s something intoxicating about a dive bar, besides what they put in your glass. Perhaps it’s the aroma, not just the fumes of the liquor and beer but something else: piss? sweat? mold? Or maybe the fact that it could be any time of day and it would still be so dark you have to squint to read the book you brought; a book you probably won’t read anyway. Or the sound of pool balls crashing into each other, the tapping of feet on the foot rest in front of your barstool, the rock music playing slightly too loudly on the speakers. Most likel...

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“Tea Time” by Elisha Beavers

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(Reader discretion is advised. This story contains instances of violence, blood, tragedy, and foul language.) It is tea time. The highlight of Mr. O’Brian’s morning: his alarm wakes him at 6:00 AM sharp. This is usually the only time he finds solace—something special before his 9-5 slog, before the black suit and tie carry him away and drown him in paperwork. “Ahh!” he exhales with satisfaction, placing his two pale feet delicately onto the soft brown carpet of his bedroom floor. “Tea!” he shouts. For Mr. O’Brian lives alone. ...

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“The Captain.” by Jason Richards

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During the day, I would try and sleep, but the heat made it almost impossible. We worked at night, when the air was cool. We found nothing, but the Captain was determined to find this secret fishing area, a place he had heard about one drunken night at the Whispering Sea Horse. It was an old 1950's fishing boat. Huge nets hung from both sides. In the Hull was the quarters. Two hammocks hung low on opposite ends of the grey metal walls. A circular window was next to my hammock, on the opposite wall hung a circular mirror. An old red wood...

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Center your story around someone who’s boiling over with anger, frustration, or jealousy.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 56 stories

“THE UNRAVELING OF THE JONES” by Candy Burrowbridge

“Want.” by Robin Maxwell

“THE THEATRE” by Jean N

“BFF , best pal ” by Zhou Wx

“You Should Just Tell Someone” by Najwa Zandlo

“The Veilbloom” by Chloe Carter

“Chinese resteraunt Tea ” by Alexandra Van Horn

“Laboratory #6” by Stephen McManus

“Death Refuses a Bride” by CC Haycraft

“Pebble” by Ashanti Bushnell

“Night Picnics” by Ashly Callaway

“Silver Spoon” by Jeff Macloud

“Beer Goggles” by Chris Riffle

“Tea Time” by Elisha Beavers

“The Captain.” by Jason Richards

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Start or end your story with a character making a cup of tea for themself or someone else.

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Write a story with a character pouring out their emotions.

Start or end your story with someone being soothed by a hug or words of comfort.

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