Start your story with someone vowing to take revenge.

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“Precious Time Wasted - If Only We Knew -” by Valerie Preston

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I wanted everyone to like me, to take me into their groups, invite me home, be my friend, but they didn’t. I learnt to put on a brave face, and act. So, I hated school. I was extremely bright so it wasn’t the work; it was the kids. I went to a school where I didn’t fit in and I felt it, from day one. I hated the teasing, being the butt of jokes and worst of all the talking behind hands, whispers and giggles that I could hear as I sat in my seat, watching. There were a few of ‘alright’ girls at St. John’s Convent but it was difficult ...

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“Drink From My Cup” by Adam Thompson

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I entered the house quietly. It was early, and everyone was still asleep. I liked to run early in the morning. It made me feel starved and thin and beautiful to sweat before eating. Also, running in the morning allowed me to not feel bad about eating breakfast. I liked to eat, but I liked being hot better. My weakness was sugar. I loved gummy bears, but I could never eat them. The sugar was too much to overcome, and if I had a single bite I’d find myself finishing the bag. I missed gummy bears so much, I allowed myself one glass of orange j...

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“More than just a slight ” by Alex Cameron

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The magnitude of a slight is relative, and to those with limited perception, it can be less than a neuron firing into the abyss, a moment swept away into the basket of irrelevance. For the inflictor, it often leaves not a mark on the edifice of that day’s events, and sails like a plastic bag in the breeze. But to the inflicted, it can sit and fester and accumulate like mould in a bowl, until it captures everything around it. Finn sat slumped, almost hunched over in the office of Mr Altman. He was shaking his head slightly, peering o...

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“The man at the Peak” by Mk Fed

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I'll do it. Thought Gopp as he struggled to rub his hands together. His breath vaporized deep in his throat before it reached his palms. Still, it felt as if his hands were before a great hearth, if only for a moments at a time. No one will ever know. No, not 28,000 feet above sea level. I have to do it. For Orlando. For his Nellie. That bastard will pay. I'll make sure that he won't even be a landmark on this mountain. He gripped his ice axe firmly. Two Hours Earlier: "Four hours! We've been climbing for Four hours!" yelled Orlando. "And ...

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“Harold's Revenge” by Charles Connelly

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Harold woke from one of his brief afternoon slumbers, and there was one thing on his mind, his delightful post-nap cookie. Smiling as he practically leapt out of his recliner, Harold made his way into the kitchen. His smile doubled in size as soon as he spotted his elephant shaped cookie jar. He removed the lid with delicious anticipation. Hurriedly he reached in, and removed the last cookie. It was his favorite, white chocolate macadamia nut. He was going to have to make some more cookies, he told himself. Then he replaced the lid, and made...

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“Not Again...” by Tricia Cundiff

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“I’ve had it. It’s time someone did something about this. And it looks like it’s up to me.” I had seen it happen once too often. There had to be a line drawn. “Yeah, so what are you going to do? Come on; you keep saying you’ll do something about it and never do. You just let it go every time.” My disheveled husband of forty-three years doesn’t even look at me as he says it. I roll my eyes, but not where he can see me. He would just laugh. And I’m unsure what I might do if he did that. What happened to that adorable long-haired hip...

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“Cycle to revenge” by Clare Horwood

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CYCLE TO REVENGE It was morning in the Adelaide Hills on a crisp clear autumn day. The fire season was over and the trees in the Hills were starting to show their autumn colours. It was the time of year that Mark liked most. He wheeled his bicycle out of the shed and started off on the forty-minute cycle ride to the gym where he worked as a fitness instructor. The feeling of the wind behind him propelling him down the hil...

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“His Grave Was Waiting” by David B Fraser

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Boone knelt at his wife’s grave. “I know, Clara, you never wanted to take up with a man that carried a gun, or took to whipping another man, but I’m determined Larry Barkley has a price to pay.” The mourners stood nearby waiting for their turn. “What’s he saying?” Chester asked down the funeral line. “Reverend, what’s he saying?” Reverend Kent was trying to protect his bible from the rain. He waved Chester to be silent. Charlotte slapped Chester’s hand to quiet him. “He’s talking to her spirit...

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“A Resolution of Steel” by Eric Olson

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The ground was red, both from the flickering reflections of the glowing flames, as well as from the dark blood that seemed to cover the ground. On his knees, Nathen gazed upon his house, the only home he had ever known, now aflame and burning furiously. He could feel the heat on his face from the blaze, but he remained where he knelt as tears began to blur his vision. He wanted to scream. He wanted to run straight through the failing wooden doorway to find his father, but he knew that no one he would find in that house would be alive. He k...

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“Vengeance is Mine” by Jed Cope

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The sun beat down upon the scorched earth, earth that it had already scorched many times before this day. But the sun was bored and didn’t know what else to do with itself. That was the only explanation for its relentless scorching of the same patch of earth, and it didn’t look like it was going to give it up any time soon. The heat danced a taunting dance that took the moisture from a man’s mouth. The heat didn’t have the same effect on a woman’s mouth, but women weren’t about to reveal their secrets when it came to their avoidance ...

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“The Man in the Ice” by Rebekah Worick

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Though he had already sworn himself to revenge, Akvil sought the blessing of the gods before he committed murder. He pushed aside the tanned hide which covered the entranceway to the priestess hut, and the old woman called him by name. Though her milky-white eyes had been unseeing for nearly a decade now, she recognized him before he’d even uttered a word. She sat in the shadow cast by the early-spring sunlight, with the dull embers of her fire seeming to perpetually glow even when unstoked. Undrawn bone and roots lay waiting at her s...

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“Murder Over Mimosas” by Morgan Loftis

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“On Sunday, when I go to get my things, I’ll have my revenge.” Melissa resolutely raised her bloody mary to her lips. Amy rolled her eyes at Melissa, taking another sip of her mimosa. “A desire as old as time itself. Listen Mel, I don’t want to be callous or jaded, but I think revenge is a bit dramatic. People cheat all the time. I’ve done it. You’ve done it. When we find ourselves on the receiving end, all we can do is grab our things from the medicine cabinet and move on. Or sue. You can always find something to sue over in a rel...

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“Hro” by Emory Tales

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He blinked awake and saw her walking down the hall toward him. How long had it been since the last intruder? His eyes shifted toward a pile of bones and gear against the wall to his right. ‘Not long at all.’ He thought. Turning his attention back to the woman who woke him. “Turn back. No mortal may pass.” He watched as the woman continued walking toward him. She wore plates of hardened leather and carried a thin blade. She looked lithe and athletic and walked with predatory confidence. “My name is Tessa and I’ve come to claim my rightful p...

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“Rosalind King” by Ceara Klassen

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“You may be able to kill me but you’ll never stop me. Mark my words, I’ll come back and search for as long as I have to until I find you, and when I do, you’ll wish you never did this to me OR to my family.” Rosalind King is seen from the streets, dangling from the roof of the building like a picture hanging from a tattered string. The crowd below stares in fear as they watch her slowly slip, inch by inch until finally Roz lets go, barreling to the ground. There’s a scream. Everything goes black. Taryn Wheeler practically throws herself ...

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“Historians Delicacy” by Red Wood

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1849 - Dimitris Rogerson My freedom was revoked as quickly as it was given, by the same place that promised it to me just a few months earlier. The grimy white hands of this nation have snatched away my chances of refuge in the north. It is my right to seek revenge for what they failed to give me, the freedom to live. The time has come for us to take a stand, and not allow generations to pass without action. - I traveled only when the moon was high, leaving the unheated weathered barn, where blood dripped from the callused fing...

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Start your story with someone vowing to take revenge.

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✍️ 62 stories

“Precious Time Wasted - If Only We Knew -” by Valerie Preston

“Drink From My Cup” by Adam Thompson

“More than just a slight ” by Alex Cameron

“The man at the Peak” by Mk Fed

“Harold's Revenge” by Charles Connelly

“Not Again...” by Tricia Cundiff

“Cycle to revenge” by Clare Horwood

“His Grave Was Waiting” by David B Fraser

“A Resolution of Steel” by Eric Olson

“Vengeance is Mine” by Jed Cope

“The Man in the Ice” by Rebekah Worick

“Murder Over Mimosas” by Morgan Loftis

“Hro” by Emory Tales

“Rosalind King” by Ceara Klassen

“Historians Delicacy” by Red Wood

🌟 Similar prompts

Start a story that begins with a character saying “Speak now.”

Write about someone who decides to make their own version of something old.

Set your story in New York, where someone’s been waiting for your character.

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