Fobia A Los Germenes Novels & Stories

I was ready to get my fair share of garlic bread when she suddenly shoved my right hand away. _________________________ Nyctophobia* is a phobia characterized by a severe fear of the dark. It is triggered by the brain’s disfigured perception of what would or could happen when in a dark environment.

My hands were sweating, and I desperately hoped I could get turned off. "So, what did you wanna do?" I asked softly, trying to hide the desperation in my voice. “Well... I thought maybe we could talk...about us...I'm sorry about always rejecting you. It's not intentional.” I stared at her in silence, not knowing what to say. “Did any traumatic incident happen to you? Are you afraid of sex?” I questioned, hoping for an honest response. She shifted uncomfortably and avoided my gaze as she replied. “Not exactly. Except..” Her voice trailed off, and she glanced up and stared directly into my eyes. “I’m allergic to male sperm.”

"Dad! This is great! Not only are you not dead, but you're also back!" "I'm so happy!" Hamza frowned imperceptibly. After a long while, he took a deep breath and said, "I have mysophobia." Joye, who was crying in his arms, paused slightly. What did that mean? "What Hamza means is that he doesn't want your tears, snot, and the foundation on your face to dirty his suit." Next to Hamza, Lyric glanced at Joye lightly and sneered. "Otherwise, he may hate his biological daughter because of his obsession with cleanliness."

“Never her. God, never her. I hate him. I hate what he took. And I hate that my body doesn’t distinguish between contamination and consent.” That got his attention. He leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees, gloves catching the low light. “Say that again.” “My body,” I repeated, quieter now, “doesn’t know the difference.” Miguel nodded slowly. “Adrian, your germaphobia isn’t about cleanliness. It never was. It’s about control after violation. You learned early that harm enters through proximity.” I closed my eyes briefly. “She didn’t choose him.” “I know.” He sighed but continued listening.

,I attempt walking away from him but I sensethat he was about to grab my arm. I quickly dodge him, I look at him and he gives me a strange look..like he's trying to figure me out . Don't hurt your head pretty boy.,"Right! Germ freak"he tuts,I nod.,"Except you let people hug you and kiss you, you also get into fights.All of this require people touching you or you touching,them. lots of germs",I swallow a gulp. I mean what am I suppose to respond to that, he walks closer to me.

I know he wants to ask or maybe he’s already figured it out, I mean, it’s no big deal, fainting after seeing blood anyone can put two and two together. “Hemophobia,” I said, my head tilting slightly towards his. The difference in our hair colors made me smile. “I have hemophobia, it-it’s weird, right? I mean, it’s not really that weird, it’s more stupid than it is weird but yeah it happens, and I’m scared of blood. I find it very creepy and disgusting and irritating.” I ramble, my head touching his.

His knuckles tightened when he gripped the wheel harder. “I don’t think I need you to say anything.” She sighed, conversation with him used to be so easy and natural. Now it felt cautious and ridiculous. She played with her fingers then brought her eyes to his side view. “I think I’m trying to forget and it’s so hard because I keep hearing echoes of my own dream and I think I might have a brewing phobia for mirrors.” “Eisoptrophobia.” “Oh, that’s not a popular phobia. How do you know of it?”

I am Stefanie and soon I will become a valedictorian at my university. They said I have the guts but my problem was my weakness. Anthropophobia is a fear of rejection created by people. I got this during kindergarten where I faced my childhood classmates and my teacher with a sudden nervousness and shock. I was about to explain my family tree when three of my classmates mocked my sketch and compared it to the faces of monkeys. They laughed so hard until I can’t take what they have said and I tore my sketch with a loud cry. My teacher defends me but the pupils keep on mocking and bullied me until I reached high school.

"Why don't you tell us about your friends? I promise no one will scare you anymore." Gemma sniffled, her small frame wracked with sobs. Beneath my protective embrace, I felt her begin to calm as Easton's deep voice enveloped her like a warm blanket. "They… they like to play," she managed between hiccups. "And sometimes, I smell a bad scent." I felt my heart drop. "What bad scent, Gemma?" I asked my voice, tight with dread. "It's like rotten food, and it makes my tummy feel funny," she replied, her little face scrunching in discomfort. "Sometimes I smell it when Logan is around."

It's fucking ironic and pathetic because it's myself i want to preserve you from. Because if I don't keep you far away, I'd ruin you and be your misery. Destroy your beautiful innocence, damage you. And at the end, leave deep scars both on the inside and outside of you. * A poem from Eliakim's POV. Eliakim Trypophobia (Fear or disgust of closely packed holes) That shit had got me disgusted ever since I came across a picture of gunea worm disease under someone's feet on Facebook. Damn!