Fight Or Flight Novels & Stories

My face morphed into a deep frown mirroring the anger bubbling inside me. My chest stiffened as my heart did the thing it could do best—pounding and slamming my fear in my face. An intense battle brewed within me, one I couldn't quite escape nor find a weapon for defense.

he growled out, his hands settling on the leather belt he wore around his waist. My eyes fixated on his movement, dread filling me as his belt slipped from around his waist and he held it in his fist like a weapon. I scrambled backward, my body clearly in tune with the “flight” response rather than the “fight” response. The movement made him laugh and he raised the belt above his head and a moment later I felt a sting as the leather made contact with my arm, instinct kicking in as I tried to shield myself from his blow. He raised his arm again and again, raining blows down on me mercilessly.

I nod my head, then sit down on the chair closest to me. "As you have probably already guessed, what we witnessed was her body's attempt at keeping her safe. It went into overdrive upon the mention of the pregnancy, causing her body to instinctually go into flight mode. This isn't completely unheard of. There are other similar accounts where a person's need to escape has dominated all the other senses in the body. Momentarily blocking the pain receptors in the brain. This forces the brain to go into hyperdrive, shutting down anything that could prevent their need to get away. It's essentially like a large shot of adrenaline to the body. Adrenaline rushes such as this one have allowed people

I couldn't hold back the smile so I just nodded my head and went off. I were inside the stall when I heard someone come in, the lock turned and I cringed I really hope I were not about to get out of here and see two people going at it like a bunch of jumping rabbits. So I finished up and flushed the toilet with the hopes they actually know someones in here, but as I round the corner a man were blocking the doorway. I tried my best to act normal as I felt fear starting to grip me, I went over to wash my hands trying not to make eyecontact. I finished up and politely asked him to move, but there was something in his eyes. Something that I have seen so many times before, something that made a c

I'm sure they didn't appreciate the beauty and only noticed his eyes were different. I kicked his ass in racquetball and he kicked mine on the mat. This was not self-defense. Brack truly wanted me to kill this guy. I'm not sure why it was so important to him. I also understood on a deeper level that I was scared shitless. The thought of going toe to toe with a killer froze my insides. Fight or flight, Brack called it. I didn't tell him how terrified I was, but he knew. Brack was trying to train the flight instinct out of me.

I wasn't going to take orders from a traitor. I spun on my heel and sprinted. My brain didn't process the path; it just triggered the flight-or-fight response, and I was choosing flight because if I fought, I’d kill him. I’d sink my teeth into his throat and taste the man who had just been inside someone else. I ran until the world tilted on its axis. A one-hundred-eighty-degree polar shift of my entire existence.

My heart was beating too fast now, not just from fear but frustration. Stormy clicked his tongue inside my head. “There. That.” “What now?” “That feeling. Stop ignoring it.” I frowned slightly. “What feeling?” “The urge to fight.” I opened my mouth immediately to deny it. Then stopped. Because annoyingly enough… He was right. Buried underneath the fear and confusion was something hotter. Sharper. Every scream outside made my pulse spike harder. Every growl sent energy rushing beneath my skin like my body wanted to react even when my brain hesitated.

The door slams behind me, and I am running before I know my legs are moving. Not running. Fleeing. There is a difference. Running is what you do when you are late for work. Fleeing is what you do when you have just let a stranger put his mouth on your neck and his hands on your body and his mark in your skin, and you did not fight, you did not scream, you let him.

James replied, drawing everyone’s attention quickly away from me. Atlas shifted and pulled me to his side, giving me a chance to breathe in his scent to calm my racing heart. I knew I wasn’t in any danger, but their raised voices while reminiscing, combined with the slamming of Travis’ hand on the table, had set off my fight, flight, or freeze instincts. After ten years of being beaten into submission, I had fine-tuned to know which response would be best for varying situations, and this one was a freeze response. If I don’t draw attention to myself, they may move on quickly, without feeling a need to turn their full attention to me.

In this moment, his emotions override reason, leading him to unleash his anger upon an unintended target. In the tense atmosphere of the night club, Anthony's cold stare meets Jay's fiery gaze, their animosity fueling the escalating conflict. Fueled by a desire for revenge, Anthony lunges forward, his fist raised with the intention of delivering a punishing blow. However, Jay's instincts kick in, his reflexes honed by the surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He quickly withdraws, evading the incoming punch and seizing Anthony's fist in a firm grip, halting the immediate escalation of violence.