Fight Or Flight Novels & Stories

But I was different than a gem. I refused to be like this. I refused to give up. I refused to become an object. I was a human. A survivor after all. I wasn’t taught to give up and run. I was taught to fight. Anger pulsated through me, spreading throughout my body. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, giving me the power, I needed for the fight. Because that’s what I chose. Fight. Not flight. Never flight. Fuck flight. With red covering my vision, my senses haywire and my insides a blur of emotions, I swung my fist at him.

Speaking was now getting more challenging, and my lungs were pleading for more air. At that moment, I felt that that was it; I was going to die. Adrenaline rushed through my veins and my fight or flight mode kicked in in an instant. There was no way to run, so the only choice I was left with was to fight. I dug my nails into his hand but he barely flinched, he only squeezed my neck tighter and I could feel dizziness creeping up on me. There was no way that I was going to die like this. This was not it for me.

Our bodies were intertwined as we struggled to survive in a violent dance of conflict. Our bodies tangled as we struggled frantically. He was a big guy so fighting and struggling with him was not easy, it seemed to me like he wasn’t putting up enough resistance because he hadn’t made an effort to strike me and I knew that if he was able to get one strike in I was definitely a goner. My blood was racing with adrenaline, which gave me the motivation I needed. I resisted the darkness's attempt to engulf me by fighting with every ounce of strength and fiber in my body.

My anger drives me forward, making me feel more powerful than before. As we fight, I can feel the tension rising. The air is thick with the scent of blood, ours mixed with the bitter and decaying scent of the beasts. I can feel my heart racing in my chest as I run at the giant beast. Finally, my fist connects, and I land a powerful blow. The creature lets out a blood-curdling scream. It stumbles backward, its eyes hold fear for the first time since it made an appearance. This fight has become a clash of titans. Each blow reverberates through the forest, creating a symphony of bone against bone.

My mouth felt dry to the point that swallowing was impossible, I was utterly petrified as I stared at him through the curtains of my hair hanging over my face. Within an instant he came at me and I instinctively jumped out the way as I fell over the boxes beside me, I had to make a run for it if I had any real chance of getting away from him. I saw the door as I started running toward it, my whole body went into overdrive, fight or flight mode kicked in and I knew I had to get away now! Just as I reached the door he suddenly jumped in front of me slamming it shut with a loud bang, I slowly backed away as he leisurely took a few steps toward me. Steadily pullin

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Damn, I am ready. “Let’s go!” I yell and thrust my body straight forward. My fist is pulled back, and my teeth are clenched as the earth blurs past me. He launches his body at me, and we meet with an explosive blast that sends everything around us flying in all directions. It’s much like the shockwave of a bomb. Adrenaline is pumping, testosterone is thick in the air. Fists are flying and powers are building. The thrill of the fight feeds my chaotic desires to fucking kill this guy. I can feel the wild look in my eye, and my confidence grows with each painful blow I land to this fucker’s face. Damn him!

No" while my hands clutched the dirt ground as an intense hot wave moved through my lower abdomen. The body finally experienced the effects of adrenaline crash. The combination of terror and running had blocked my body functions until safe conditions arrived, which instantly triggered fever symptoms at overwhelming strength. The flames of the fire showed no signs of control. My blood felt as if it had transformed into liquid magma. The clearing became saturated with the overpowering scent of moonflowers and wild honey, which originated from my skin and created an intense fragrance. The moss covered surface of the ground supported my body as I tried to restore my breathing pattern after letti

He could hear the blood rushing through his head, his angry gaze slicing her face. That was the main problem. He just met her few hours ago and he already was having the difficulty of controlling his emotions around her and he hated that. He always had a control on himself. She was feeling afraid but she knew it was not the time to show him her true emotions. She masterfully masked her fear with anger and glared at him without blinking. Green to Blue. She knew that anger is the fight part of the age-old fight or flight-response to the threat.

Cressida Usually In a situation like this my brain goes into a fight or flight mode but I couldn't do either of those. Savaş took both options off the table as he had me trapped against my own car, I couldn't fight, hell I could barely breathe with this position we're in and flight was also out of question. So what the fuck was I supposed to do? He finally removed his hand from my mouth and I didn’t waste my chance to ask any question that came to my mind.