Jars Of Fears Novels & Stories

It takes forever to piece back together but only seconds to destroy. Thin ribbons of fear snake bluely through me like a system of rivers. I need a cloudburst or soothing landscape fast, to still this panic. Maybe a field of dracaena, or a vast stand of sugar pines—generous, gum-yielding trees—to fill our minds with vegetable wonder and keep dread at bay. I swirl around only to see Jasper bending on his knees to peek down and throw to the cracks of the door. I approach him by asking, " What are you doing?"

He expresses. My heart sinks at the realization that I have to go home with this almost stranger, and that in turn, is my biggest fear. What if something sets him off and he turns back into who he was just a few days ago? I look to Jared and he has the same fear in his eyes as I do. The fear I feel is apprehension for being in the same room with someone I know all too well and yet, don't know at all. Who am I going to get once the door is closed, and I'm trapped on the inside?

The girl trembled violently with fear and could not speak out a single word. "It seems that your eyes betrayed your feeling," the man revealed his chilling white teeth, lifted the girl by her smooth chin, and said, "what a vivid life. I guess your blood tastes good." As he said that, he opened the jar with one hand. A gust of thick black smoke spread out from the jar, accompanied by gusts of chilling wind. All of a sudden, the girl's pupils dilated, and she struggled desperately. From inside the jar, a withered claw stretched out, followed by another claw. Slowly, a rotten head peered out. At last, a small infant climbed out of the jar with his withered skin covered by sticky liquid. It crie

Jarred declared. “Why am I last?” Hank grumbled. “Because you’re the least charming to me,” Jarred shot back with a smirk, already pulling the first card. “Alright. Sydney—greatest fear?” I didn’t hesitate. “No money.” Jarred shrugged. “Well, everybody fears that.” “My turn,” he said, picking his card. His grin widened. “How many rounds could I take?” Hade spat out a laugh. “Nope. Drink.” He poured tequila into a glass and shoved it toward Jarred.

Hello Readers, We've finally updated Wonderings and replaced all of the repeated chapters with the proper chapters. Now that Wonderings have caught up to the present, we'll be working on Shards of Time. It'll take about two days atleast to catch up with Shards of Time since it'll be a bit more difficult for us. We'll be working on author-nim's raw files so we have to fix a few of the chapters to match with the story so please bear with us. We appreciate the support and understanding from the readers. Thank you everyone for your support. We hope everyone is safe.

“…the lady in the shadows…the one who watches you and wants you dead…” As the little girl's words from her vision swept over her,Beth felt a sense of terrifying unease. It was a coincidence,she told herself,nothing more.It was impossible that the little girl and Marcus could be speaking of the same thing,it was just impossible! “The lady in the shadows?”she said,her hands trembling in fear. In her mind she saw herself lying cold and frozen in that casket.

Instead, I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, racing toward the pack house with my heart pounding in my chest. When I got there, what I saw sent terrible chills racing down my spine. The pack house doors stood wide open, and warriors were streaming in and out like angry birds disturbed from their nest. Their faces were twisted with rage and something else I could not name. Without hesitating, I slipped between their legs, following the terrible sounds deeper into the building where I was not supposed to go without permission. The marble floors that usually shone like perfect mirrors were muddy now, covered with dirt and something darker that made my stomach turn.

He steps back twice, and his hand comes up between us, and the look on his face is something I will keep for the rest of my life, because it isn’t anger. It’s terror. “That’s not possible,” he says. I can’t answer. My jaw is locked, my whole body humming like a struck wire, and the heat is already sinking, already going out, leaving me shaking and hollow and more frightened than he is. “It held,” Garrick says, and he isn’t talking to me. “It held for six years. It was done properly. She watched them do it. It held.” “Garrick.”

Being the bit of pressure Demitri needed. "Yeah... I guess." Demitri said and looked away from Becca. She was always the strong one, how had she given up so easily? If Becca wants to drink, Demitri would be sure she is okay. Becca's main fear was what Demitri must think of her trying booze. Kendra unlocked the cupboard and grabbed a cheap bottle from the shelf. She poured some into five glasses and everyone took one. Becca and Demitri looked nervously at each other before Kendra held out her glass.

I'm trapped. My skin crawls with such dread and my heart races with panic as my tormentor stalks toward me with a mug from the kitchen. It's black with a Chicago Bears logo across the front of it. Somehow, focusing on something so trivial makes it easier for me to suck precious air into my lungs. My hands shake when I see Bryce’s unchanged face and as he reaches me, his eyes scan over my body slowly, his mouth parts as he blatantly stares at my breasts. I shake uncontrollably, pricks of dread covering my skin. A black sheet is wrapped around my body and I thank God for that, though the sheet only covers the bottom half of my body.