Fear Of The Unknown Book Novels & Stories

Her eyes darted over words she couldn’t pronounce, until one stopped her cold. *Xenophobia—the fear of the unknown.* Bella let out a sorrowful chuckle. It was as if the universe had named her exact state of mind. She put the phone aside and picked up her new diary, the pages still crisp and blank. Grabbing a pen, she began to write, pouring out her tangled emotions onto the paper.

But it is yours, entirely yours, and no suppression, no medication, no careful hiding will ever change what you actually are underneath all of it. *If you've discovered your fire — and I suspect, if you're reading this at all, that you have — then I need you to understand something crucial. The fire isn't the dangerous part. Fear of the fire is what makes people dangerous. Fear made Veylan dangerous. Fear may have made your father dangerous, in his own quieter way, hiding you instead of teaching you.* *Don't let fear decide what you become.* I set the letter down again, chest tight, the warmth beneath my ribs stirring in response to words written nineteen years before I was old enough to rea

Fear. Four letters, but a word that every human being knows. It is impossible not to be afraid of anything. It is fear that makes us human. It is he who unites us. It is he who makes us see life in a negative or positive way. And the worst kind of fear is the fear of the unknown. The one we don't know where it comes from or what it can cause.

While I was trying to put the pieces together in my head, this thing was steadily trying to feed me wall paint disguised as food, and the more I resisted, the more it persisted until I really did throw up in my throat. I've never known real fear, never doubted that I could get out of any situation I found myself in, until now. The not knowing was scarier than anything else. I knew nothing, not where I was, not how long I'd be here, and not even why I was here. Who was behind this? I had a feeling I knew. This seemed like a bit much, though, as payback for anything I'd done to Gia in the past.

I had no idea what awaited me, but one thing was certain: my life would never be the same again. *************** The next day dragged on like an eternity, each passing moment weighed down by the suffocating fear that gripped me tightly in its clutches. I had no idea what awaited me, but the dread of the unknown gnawed at my insides, threatening to consume me whole. Oh, please let this end. As I sat huddled in the dimly lit room, the sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway sent a shiver down my spine. The door creaked open, and a tall figure stepped into the room, his face hidden by the shadows.

“Oh my……ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Our fingers turned to black like it became ashes. Stefanie cried while Travis and Paris are confused. “What is this?????” Travis asked. I stared at him and I want him to answer this mystery. “You know….. You maybe overcame and release your fear inside your heart but there is something that exists within you….. A fear that you cannot let go…….. Fear to trust and glorify him.” He points his index finger up and I knew what he is talking about. “You abandoned him because of your phobia and you lose someone right.”

Some of admiration, yes, others… of fear. That kind of fear that comes from not understanding what’s in front of you. They didn’t know what I was capable of, or how my power worked. And that unsettled them. I understood. Fear of the unknown is natural. But that didn’t make it any less uncomfortable… or any less annoying. Some watched me as if I were a spark about to set off the apocalypse. They murmured behind my back, but I could hear them. Krimson looked at me with understanding for what had just happened. He knew me all too well.

He owned me, and for that reason, I obeyed and accepted my place. Even though the bedroom door had never been locked, I chose not to open it, not to set foot out of the room I shared with my captor. Call it cowardly. Call it stupidity. Call it what you want. But I had learned the only thing to fear was the unknown. Outside that bedroom door lay the unknown, and I was too afraid to open it…until Nico opened it for me.

Even Jace looked serious for once. I took my seat and folded my hands on my lap, trying to appear calm. But inside, my mind was still spinning—about the missing book, about what Winter said, about the way Fenrir’s words from earlier kept echoing in my head. Use your fear to survive. Fear. It had been my silent companion these past few days.

Fear. It's a word with many meanings. Some say people fear what they don't know because they are oblivious to what lies within. Others say people fear what they know because they have seen how scary it can get. For me? It's The unknown. I fear Dave, I fear what his reaction is going to be to my outburst, and with every second he spends looking at me in shock, I grow even more scared. “What did you just say?” he finally spoke. I trembled. “W..what?” I stuttered.