Novel & Cerita Fear Of Little People

"That's fine. I will build it." Suddenly, I wanted to tell him everything about myself. Every single event, my childhood, my dreams, my plans, and my goals. Frowning, I bit my lip and quickly changed the conversation. "I like the color, White. I have trypanophobia which is fear of needles or injections, and ophidiophobia, a fear of snakes-" "Snakes? I think you are not afraid of my snake for sure." He added in between. If I was drinking water, I would have coughed it.

~ Hailey Park ~ Let me start with a truth. There are three types of fear in life: Fear of losing your phone Fear of opening your bank app Fear of meeting your pretend boyfriend’s mother Guess which one is currently shortening my lifespan. I’m pacing around my living room like a fugitive who knows the cops are coming. “Don’t panic,” I whisper to myself. “BE NORMAL,” I whisper louder. “Stop breathing weird,” I whisper as I choke on air. Then my phone rings.

“Besides my mom. And to further emasculate myself, I have a fear of monkeys.” “Why?” “I think it stems from The Wizard of Oz and those damn flyin’ monkeys. My brothers found out my fear and used to torture me, tyin’ me to a chair and replayin’ those scenes with the flyin’ monkeys over and over. Same goes for Planet of the Apes. Then when I was older I read a short story about a possessed toy monkey—you know the kind that you wind up and it plays the cymbals?—this monkey had the power to make people kill and go crazy.” He shuddered. “Not cute and cuddly creatures. Hairy overgrown rats, that’s what they are.”

“It feels better to know I'm not so different. And that being scared of clowns can be a normal reaction.” Addie had a big smile on her face. “Wow, Aiden and Daddy are finally bonding over something. Let’s call it a shared fear of clowns.” Her brows creased as she tried hard to remember something. “Mommy, what's fear of something called?” “Phobia,” Aiden and Sophia said together. “Ah, yes. Phobia. So the fear of clowns should be called clownophobia.” She gestured with her hands like she just discovered something huge.

After a short pause, he asked, “Why do the little ones seem to fear me? They even said that I was a monster. Oh, and don’t try to make it seem that I hallucinated it. I heard them loud and clear.” “That’s because they’ve seen you when you still had the soul planting mark. You were pretty scary, honestly.” William covered his face with his hands. “Oh, now that’s just sad.” Brittany replied. “It’s okay. Just play with them a little more. They wouldn’t boycott you once you’ve gotten familiar with each other. Little children tend to be quite forgetful, so they wouldn’t hold onto that scary memory of you for long, right?”

Turning to the functioning laptop beside him ,he stole a glance at the sound buttons before he began to type. ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ Fear, that horrid emotion that weakens one, subjects one to levels below that one would never have succumbed to. It was surprising how it was easily acquired;by the loudest of sounds, by the slightest of sounds and by even no sound at all. It had stunned the children, shaken them to their bone marrows.

That's why they invented names to at least become familiar with what they fear. His title that he didn't even know existed to humans, his legend has been passed down from mouth to mouth, the people in my town were always gloomy even though the legendary wolf haven't gone to the town, but I don't care if he lived for a thousand years or has found his mate or he has fangs and killed his pack and could kill a human now, the fact that he was feared was the one I want. I thought that if I became connected with him, somehow, my bullies would shoo me away.

As the two watched where the spirits were going, the little dragon and Da Hongli felt their bodies shiver with fear on their own. “What’s happening? He’s already dead, isn’t he? Why does his presence in his body make me this afraid?” the little dragon wondered to himself; he had never felt such fear, not even when the highest gods of the divine realm had surrounded him. There was only one person who could make him this afraid just by their presence, and he hadn’t encountered such a figure in a very long time.

I could hear a low rumble of voices behind him, people talking over each other. “What am I, twelve?” I scrunched my nose. “So why haven’t you been out all week?” Because I’m scared of some ginger-haired freak! I voiced out loudly in my head. But come to think of it, why should I be scared of them? I did nothing to them, and last I checked, I am not a demon or some shifter. I’m just a normal human girl with normal, boring day-to-day activities, trying her best to navigate life. What interest would they have in me?

he whispered. I nodded. “She called us bad names.” Caleb frowned. “She’s the bad one. Mom’s good. Mom’s the best.” Mom knelt down right then and wiped our cheeks, even though I didn’t realize I was crying. “Hey,” she said softly, her voice warm again. “People like that speak from fear, not truth.” “What’s fear?” Caleb asked, sniffing. “It’s when someone’s scared of things they don’t understand,” Mom said. “And sometimes they hurt others because of it.”