Novel & Cerita Fear Of Little People

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.”

~ 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.

"You know you're more likely to be struck by lightning than attacked by a shark." Lillian seemed to be listening to nothing, which probably meant that the resident poltergeist Jeremiah was talking to her. "Jeremiah says he was afraid of closed spaces." She looked perplexed. "I'm not even going to try and explain that to them." "Heights --" "Not a damn thing --"

Sorry. "You shouldn't have to apologize for just being yourself. But people fear what they do not understand. Werecats are just legends, creatures for comic books and movies. Humans have no idea how real we are, or werewolves, vampires, or dragons." She said. "So basically, I'm a scary movie to them?" I ask. "Exactly!" I thought she would have disagreed. She went on, "and when humans are afraid they do some pretty dumb stuff." "What kind of dumb stuff?" I asked, I perked up a little at this news. How bad could it be?

“Maybe it would help to talk through what your fears are?” Susanna nodded. “It helped with Izzy. If we can talk about what scares you most, we can find a way to overcome it.” “Dragons scare me most,” Emilie said with a wail as she buried her face in her hands. She was assaulted with images of the horror and gore that she had seen as a child. Screams haunted her dreams. She shook in fear of Firam when she was near him. She would never let him touch her. She wouldn’t allow it.

“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.”

Their story comes to an end with them huddled over a carton of ice cream at the kitchen counter and talking about why people are so scared of spiders. ("But they're so tiny," Ian sighs, wiping the stickiness off his chin with the back of his hand. "How can people be scared of something so tiny?" Jesse shakes his head. The question still baffles him to this day. "Maybe it's the eight legs thing?")

loved? "I'm scared of empty swimming pools, people say it's hilarious but it's not funny. I have absolutely no idea where this came from, but I've had this fear for as long as I can remember... probably since I was a toddler. I'm not sure if I've had a bad experience with an empty swimming pool or if I just have an overactive imagination."