Generator Used: Character Complication
My Roll:
🎲 2 — Stubborn
🎲 3 — Preaches morality, breaks their own rules
🎲 4 — Clings to outdated beliefs
🎲 4 — Emotional trigger: Betrayal or deception
🎲 6 — Refuses help even when needed
🎲 2 — Being forgotten or irrelevant
Before we get into it:
Story Lab isn’t where finished stories come to show off. These are creative kickstarts—rolled, written, and shared before I can polish all the weirdness out of them. The point isn’t perfection. It’s to take what the dice give me and see where the hell it goes.
Here’s what I came up with:
The front door slams against the wall.
I jerk my head up as Dad stumbles through the doorway.
“Where the fuck is your brother?”
Great.
“He’s sleeping.”
“Wake his ass up. We got a problem.”
I glance toward the hallway. “What kind of problem?”
“The kind that ain’t got shit to do with you, Dakota. Go wake your brother.”
Of course it doesn’t. Nothing has shit to do with me until he decides it does.
Before I can get off the couch, Jax’s bedroom door opens.
“What the fuck is all the yelling about?”
He comes down the hall wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants, his hair sticking up on one side.
Dad turns on him. “Some girl showed up at the house.”
Jax stops. “What girl?”
“Says she’s pregnant.”
“Ah, fuck.”
“Yeah. Ah, fuck is right.”
Jax rubs both hands over his face before dropping into the chair across from me.
“Who?”
“You’re asking me?”
“Yeah, Dad. Who is she?”
Dad’s face twists like Jax is the one being unreasonable.
“Clare. Clary. Clara something.”
Jax looks at me.
I shrug.
“Anyway,” Dad continues, “she says it’s yours.”
“And you believed her?”
“She came to my house.”
“That doesn’t answer the question.”
“She knew who you were. Knew who I was. Knew where to find me.”
“So does half the town.”
Dad’s face turns a deeper shade of red. I can smell the alcohol from where I’m sitting.
“If that kid is yours, you’re going to take responsibility for it.”
“Okay.”
“And marry her.”
I look at Jax.
He laughs.
“No.”
Dad takes a step toward him. “What did you say?”
“I said no.”
“You knock some girl up, you’re going to do the right thing.”
Jax turns his head toward me.
“This.” He points at Dad. “This shit. Right here.”
I press my lips together.
“You think this is funny?” Dad asks.
“No. I think you’re ridiculous.”
“You better watch your mouth.”
“Or what?”
“Or maybe you can figure out how you’re paying tuition next semester.”
Jax’s smile disappears.
Dad sees it and keeps going.
“While you’re at it, figure out where you’re going to live.”
“Dad.” I stand.
“Stay out of it, Dakota.”
“Then quit threatening him.”
Jax stands too. “No, let him talk. Apparently we’re doing family values tonight.”
“You want to throw your future away over some tramp, that’s your choice.”
“I don’t even know who she is.”
“You knew her well enough to fuck her.”
“According to some woman whose name you can’t remember.”
Dad steps closer to him.
“Somebody in this family has to act like a man.”
Jax laughs again.
“Oh, that’s rich.”
Dad’s hands ball into fists at his sides. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
My shoulders tense.
Jax sees it too, but instead of backing off, the dumbass steps closer.
“You want me to handle it the way you did?”
Dad’s eyes narrow.
Jax smiles.
Not his normal smart-ass grin. This one has teeth.
“Oh, you mean like how you and Mom were when she got pregnant with Amber?”
“Leave your sister out of this.”
“Why? You brought up responsibility.”
“I said leave Amber out of it.”
“Why? Doesn’t she count?”
“Jax.”
There’s something in Dad’s voice that makes me straighten.
Jax hears it.
He just doesn’t care.
“You show up here drunk, threaten my tuition, threaten where I live, and tell me I’m marrying some woman you can’t even name. But you’re gonna lecture me about responsibility?”
“I did what I had to do.”
Jax snorts. “Of course you did.”
“You think I had choices?”
“Pretty sure nobody held a gun to your head.”
Dad stares at him.
For once, Jax shuts up.
“You find the girl,” Dad orders. “You find out if that baby is yours.”
“For once, we agree.”
“And if it is, you’ll marry her.”
“I’ll take care of my kid.”
“You’ll marry her.”
“No.”
Dad’s jaw clenches.
“You will marry the tramp, just like I had to.”
He turns and walks out, slamming the door behind him.
Jax drops back into the chair.
“Well, that was fun.”
I keep staring at the door.
Just like I had to.
“Did you know Mom was pregnant when they got married?”
Jax looks at me.
“What?”
“Dad said just like I had to.”
He shrugs. “Amber’s older than me. I assumed.”
That’s not what I asked.
I glance back at the door.
Something about the way Dad said it bothers me.
I just don’t know why yet.
The Wheel chose Character Complication for tomorrow, too. Come back for the dice roll tomorrow and let’s see whose life gets complicated next.
Your turn. Have fun with it!
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