Fear Of Long Words Novels & Stories

RHEA Fear is such a cruel thing. For years, I convinced myself that if I never speak the worst possibility aloud, then it can never truly exist. As long as I keep searching, keep hoping, keep finding another lead to follow, then there is still something to hold on to. As long as I don’t say the words, there is always a chance I’m wrong. But now the words are out. And for the first time, I realise how much they’ve imprisoned me.

"Just one word." "It has to be something none of us would ever say by accident," Sable said, already thinking through the practicalities the way a tracker always did, turning the idea over to find its weaknesses before an enemy could find them first. "Something with no natural place in an ordinary conversation, so if it slips out wrong, we know immediately." "And something we will not forget when we are afraid," Dorian added. "Fear makes people forget the simplest things. I have seen grown warriors forget their own names in the middle of a fight gone badly."

My eyes almost fell off at his size, the words left my mouth immediately. Why do bad things come in better packages? 'Jesus! Dude! Did you get your dick pumped! This is too huge!' His deep growl sealed the real me back inside, I was back to chicken slave. This is serious, how would that fit? Okay, that's classic fear, it would fit but come on, even an idiot would know that would hurt.

“You always know how. You just dislike the answers.” That irritated me because it was true. “I keep seeing targets,” I admitted. “On who?” Letty asked “Everyone.” She nodded. “That means fear.” “That means caution.” I corrected “That means fear wearing an expensive suit.” She insisted I looked at her. She did not look away. There were few people in this world who could hold my gaze when I was angry. Letty did it when I was silent which was worse. “I am afraid,” I said at last. The words felt foreign, heavy and rare.

"Where is he? And why isn't he with us?" Days had passed yet those words still lingered in my mind like a memory meant to haunt and taunt me in every possible way until I gave way to its demands. I barely did any work for the past few days without the words crossing my mind. And when it did, it gave me the fear of the unknown. I knew it wasn't unexpected. In fact, I had expected the question from her for a long time, and it had become my constant fear. Was it on her second year birthday? The birthday afterwards? I think the fear crept in as soon as she could form her first words properly.

The Eyes Beyond the Door Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Nobody even seemed capable of breathing. The mountains had fallen silent. Not because the wind had stopped. Not because the world had become peaceful. Because fear had arrived. Real fear. Ancient fear. The kind that existed long before language. Long before kingdoms. Long before humanity itself. The eyes beyond the First Door had opened. And now they were looking back. Elena felt her knees weaken. The sensation struck her immediately. Like her body understood something her mind couldn't.

Fright. Liana was afraid of the dark. Very scared. She disliked it so much. Darkness was the first thing Liana hated and disliked. It was dark without lighting or moonlight. In the midst of darkness, Liana screamed hysterically, and her heart was beating fast. Cold sweat poured out, again wetting the skin on her body. The reason why she didn't like dark was that it made her remember the past. Memories of the past when Liana was kidnapped by an unknown person, those memories began to haunt her memories and return to the surface. Since then, Liana had become a woman who hated darkness without any light, including without lights.

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.

Henderson’s hand twitched, his fingers jerking before he quickly clenched them into fists. “There,” I said quietly, tapping the picture. “That’s guilt trying to crawl out of your skin.” Still, no of them said anything. I hated this. Mike stepped forward. “You want me to push harder, boss?” I didn’t look at him. I didn’t have to. “No, they will talk. Fear does more than pain ever could.” The older man, Langley, finally lifted his head. “It’s not what it looks like,” he muttered. “Then explain what it is.”

I can feel their whispers moving through the crowd, soft murmurs, words I can’t make out. *** Aristotle once said, ‘He who has overcome his fears will truly be free.’ Easy words, right? But the truth is, fear doesn’t just vanish, it feeds on the silence you don’t want to face. It’s suddenly dawning on me… fear isn’t always about monsters or death. Definitely not. It’s about the quiet things. The fear of starting over again. The fear of being alone, day after day, without Liam. I'll be a liar if I said my legs don't ache. A worse liar if I said I don't feel nauseated.