List Of Fears Novels & Stories

Then Lily felt fear creeping into her chest. God. The real fear. Fair. The terrifying fear. Reasonable. The what-if fear. God. What if they couldn't get out? Fair. What if nobody found them? Reasonable honestly. What if— God. No. Fair. No. Reasonable. She couldn't think like that. God. Not now. Fair. Not with Peanut watching her. Reasonable honestly. Then something happened. God. Something small. Fair. Something strange. Reasonable. Peanut pointed.

[Faye] I know it might sound strange, I still am and have always been a little afraid of the dark. Actually no, that’s not quite accurate. Terrified would be the appropriate word. Terrified of the dark. I know all little kids fear the dark a little bit at some point, but the terror I feel go beyond the regular childhood fears of monsters under the bed or in the closet. I don’t fear being in the dark. I have an honest fear of the darkness itself. When I stare out into a complete deep shadow, it doesn’t feel empty, it feels overwhelmingly full.

Way to come across like a petulant child. “It matters.” His voice dropped into its lower register, the thrilling, growly one, except right now it felt oddly soothing. Tiger balm to her pulled-tight nerves. “Now answer me.” “I’m…I’m really scared.” “What are you scared of?” “Um, slugs, growing old, all my hair falling out, enclosed spaces, relationships, my finals for fuck’s sake. And if you tell me everybody feels this way I swear to God I will punch myself in the face.”

Fear, it takes down everything. The most powerful weapon ever found. You fear your parents will scold you if you won’t study. You fear your friends secretly hate you. You fear if you don’t starve yourself you are going to get fat. You fear if you don’t post you’re gonna lose your follow count. You fear he’s not gonna love you anymore. You fear god. You fear Death. You fear all things it makes you do. Fear is inevitable. To my surprise he didn’t step back when I took a step forward again. Instead he also took a step at me. The next step is important; it reveals who is more fearless.

1. Ferrah- Fear is a word with many meanings but it means different things for different people. For example it could be a fear more associated with worry because your running late for a meeting or possible even getting in trouble. It could be fear more associated with the unknown like meeting someone for the first time or like when your swimming and you feel something rub along your leg, only to latter find out it was some kind of debris in the water.

Jax looked at me with a serious expression. “Of course I do! I wasn’t born yesterday! It means when you’re scared of something, like I fear my father for example.” I through my hands up in the air. Jax chuckled and took my face in his hands softly making me look directly at him. “No honey. The word fear is more of an acronym.” I scrunched my face up in confusion. “Ok now you got me 38 shades of confuzzled fucked. Explain yourself.” Jax laughed and dropped his hands. “You’ve been hanging around Alida WAY to long hun. She’s rubbing off on you.” He said as he got up to get a pen and paper.

He said with a deepened frown which dropped after he spoke. He wasn't getting the point! Why will I be afraid of ancient words and writing on the wall or a box that glows? Why would I be afraid of being in the forest? Or being chased? If everything was lightheaded and funny, not disturbing and scary. I have never been afraid of a clown but apparently, it's my deepest fear according to Alpha Blake.

I knew who it comes from. “You’re afraid, aren’t you?” she asked. Afraid of what? I looked above and saw nothing but pitch black. Now, I can’t see anything aside from the chains on my left foot. The arcade disappeared and left me nothing but this fear. Fear? Why am I feeling afraid? What are the things I’m afraid of? “Rejection, sharp words, negativity,” she said. As if she’s reading my mind and knows the answer to my question, I’m asking myself.

I felt my cheeks begin to burn for no reason. I stood up in fear. "Don't hurt me, please. I'm innocent! I didn't shoot you!" I exclaimed, anxiety sets in as I stepped back. He fixed his glasses and turned to the bodyguard. With a wave of his hand, the bodyguard stepped out and closed the door. I gulped. "What do you want?!" I shouted, unable to hide my fear. These people weren't who they appeared to be to the public. I now knew they were involved in a lot more.

--Alyssa-- Everyone was here now, and their faces reflected a spectrum of unsettling emotions. Fear was the most prominent, etched deeply into their expressions. It was a fear that ran deeper than mere anxiety or unease; it was a terror that seemed to sap the very air from the room. Each person's face was a pale canvas painted with the dread of impending doom, and their eyes darted nervously, avoiding direct contact with one another.