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“Burn it Down, Bernadette” by Tim Dudenhoefer

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Bernadette was pissed.She grabbed her hair in both hands. Sweeping it back in a fluid motion, she snagged a hair tie off her wrist and bound it out of her way.In quick succession she pulled the hatch shut, adjusted her safety harness, and fired up the Flyer; its twin turbines whined and came to life. As the engines powered up, the craft gently rose a few centimeters off the roof of her complex. Her injuries still ached, but she ignored the pain. She slammed the gear retraction button, stumpy landing gear folded in under the craft. She turned...

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“Philip's Really Bad, But Useful, Day” by Rosemary Cannon

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Philip was angry. No one who knew him would have been surprised. Philip was often angry. Okay, he was good at his job, really creative, and so people made allowances for his temper. They had learned to keep out of his way and even grab anything precious out of his reach. Some remembered the cover artwork he had thrown from the meeting room window, when others had suggested some changes. How it had lain, forlorn, at the foot of the skyscraper, and people had side-stepped it as they made their way along Fifty-fourth street. One poor woman had ...

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“You Know, Partner, I Died Before I Lived?” by Austin Loudin

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As smoke billowed from the pipes of a train into the air trying to block the high noon in the sky, the train began to pick up speed on the tracks causing a bellow to echo through the plains. The chugging of the wheels ramping up, the loud sounds of horns scaring everything away without a plan to stop than to crash violently. There were two women running from cart to cart. The woman in front has rose colored hair with a light brown western hat with a get-up similar to a cowboy with a light brown vest, a pair of gauntlets and tall-laced ...

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“And Out Come the Wolves” by Shawn Leader

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Raziel looked down at the knife in his hand. It looked worn. It looked plain, an old antler jammed onto the end of that blade, another way to squeeze out every drop of blood. It looked shabby, a tool near the end of its usefulness. It looked like damnation not salvation.Raziel had lead Shing, Eyla and their two daughters out the Wolves’ village in the dark of the night. They found the small boat hidden on the beach. Raziel and Shing paddled them out past the breakers and within twenty minutes they had hoisted the small sail. By the time the ...

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“Take that Anger to Your Grave” by Big Pachino

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***Warning: This story contains themes of mental health issues, substance abuse, suicide, physical violence and gore.***Gray stones built the path running along the Foxwood cemetery in a labyrinth maze. You could get dizzy without a map. Everyone got one at the funeral. The office keeps maps handy in case you need one. But you gotta have a pamphlet to the funeral to get a map, so I'm going to have to make my way through blind.I wasn't invited, because the family blames me for mom getting sick.Let me tell you, cemeteries are all mad filthy ca...

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“The Angry Children” by Tammy Boyd

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I’m not sure when I realized my anger but I definitely brought it from my childhood into adulthood. The first recollection of anger was grade school, my mom drove around aimlessly not knowing where to go to stay away from our tumultuous home life. We parked at the edge of the fairgrounds to ponder our situation. As she started to drive us back home I begged her not to…please just let us sleep in the car and we’ll figure it out. Of course her answer was no, it was ridiculous for her to stay the night with 2 children in the car. I know that no...

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“Salvation” by Kumkum Singh

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Trigger warning: the story contains self harm, depravation and killing. SALVATION As I reflect on my past, I realize that I was once happy, despite my childhood being marked by the scars of my parents' daant (scoldings). Those harsh words, which once seemed like a reason to escape, have now become a treasured memory, a reminder of the love that lay beneath the surface. The fights between my parents, which once terrified me, are now something I yearn for desperately. I've come to understand that those arguments were the th...

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“Tyr's Lament” by Lady Senie

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Her name was Vanessa Williams.That was the name of the woman I was recalling while my hostess did my hair during my first gaming session so long ago. It was funny; I didn’t even remember ever spending any time in Jordan, Iowa as a child, but apparently, the best foster home I ever lived in was there. And her braiding skills had been on par with the woman I lived with during my time in Canada.Unlike the famous singer, however, this Vanessa was beaten to death one lonely Thursday night by her drunken husband who was long dead for his crime. Wh...

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“Heartless” by Jo Ryleigh

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Not a soul came to visit her. Not even Jason. Flashback to ten days earlier, Jess was out to breakfast with her best friend Carrie. Out of nowhere, Jess had the start of a massive migraine and began to slur her words. Carrie became petrified that Jess was having a stroke right in front of her. They alerted the server, dropped a ten-dollar bill to cover the two coffees that had been served so far and for the inconvenience and Carrie speeded Jess over to the ER. Ninety minutes into a stroke assessment, an IV line placem...

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“Mother” by S.J. Frey

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The Jack Daniel's bottle nearly slipped from Althea's numb fingers as her heels dug deep into the sodden ground. "I'm not sure which is worse. The fact that you are gone, or the fact that I didn't get to tell you to your face how you ruined me." Today was supposed to be a day of celebration. It was a day that Althea had been waiting for since she was old enough to leave her broken home and live thousands of miles away from the toxic cloud that was her mother. She waited for the day she got her brother's call that the wicked witch was finall...

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“Acceptance of Rage” by Steven Creel

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Rage. An intense feeling of anger. It's unique to every person and for me it burned. Filled my veins, deafened my senses, clouded my mind. It tires to consume… everything. Everything. Some think anger is darkness invading. That it poisons the mind, blackens the heart, and turns even the kindest of men wicked. It is my belief that it isn't darkness invading but an extension of ourselves. It does not blacken your heart, it is your heart and just like your heart It can not be removed, only taken care of. My father was a patient man. He ra...

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“Mother's Favorite” by Madison Flagg

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Her hands were adorned with jagged, deep blue nails, their pointed tips catching in the old man’s tangles as her phone hung limply against her shoulder and ear.A lit cigarette drooped between her red lips, smoke swirled from the tip as she exhaled occasionally, sending plumes of smoke to curl toward the stained ceiling. The shop is nearly empty; a few customers are checking out, fiddling with their hair while her finished co-workers sweep their stations. Their hands grasping the scratched broom, which seems to have been at the shop long...

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“Poodle” by Richard Calver

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Poodle When Maurice retired, he walked and walked most days. Motion was everything. He could lose himself in the rhythm of his own footsteps, counting sometimes. He embraced the physical challenge of making himself part of not caring where he walked, so long as he was in motion, so he could feel only the physicality that these long walks engendered, the ache in the legs, the tightening of his stomach, the clean air in his lungs. He was nowhere on his walks, the place he retreated to no matter the geography. His walks often enc...

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“A Lapse of Judgement ” by Miller George

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Twenty-eight years . . . twenty-eight fucking years, thought Tom. And for what? For some ditzy little gym teacher to tell me, I had a lapse of judgment. ME! Who the fuck she thinks she is? I knew I should have left this shit place the moment they hired that dumb-ass superintendent. Tom was seething. He couldn't understand the audacity of his Principal. She had merely started two years ago and had yet to earn her stripes. He had shirts that were older than this bimbo. Tom's hands balled into fists, the knuckles white against hi...

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“Eat My Shit” by Peter Warnock

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EAT MY SHITTim closed the work shop door and locked it with several different bolts. It was only now that he turned on the light. None of his alarms had been tripped, so he dialed in the combination that lifted the security cloak from his prized racer.This year was going to be different. “I’ll be damned if anybody is going to steal my ideas this year!”Last year, his idea to use the tank bolt holes for extra thrust had been copied. Even now he regretted his stupidity. His only excuse was that he was very young. T...

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Write a story about anger.

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✍️ 64 stories

“Burn it Down, Bernadette” by Tim Dudenhoefer

“Philip's Really Bad, But Useful, Day” by Rosemary Cannon

“You Know, Partner, I Died Before I Lived?” by Austin Loudin

“And Out Come the Wolves” by Shawn Leader

“Take that Anger to Your Grave” by Big Pachino

“The Angry Children” by Tammy Boyd

“Salvation” by Kumkum Singh

“Tyr's Lament” by Lady Senie

“Heartless” by Jo Ryleigh

“Mother” by S.J. Frey

“Acceptance of Rage” by Steven Creel

“Mother's Favorite” by Madison Flagg

“Poodle” by Richard Calver

“A Lapse of Judgement ” by Miller George

“Eat My Shit” by Peter Warnock

🌟 Similar prompts

Write a story about a someone who's in denial.

Center your story around a character bargaining for something that's important to them.

Start your story with a character in despair.

Write a story about someone finding acceptance.

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