List Of Fears Novels & Stories

To scare me. And it was really working ,my fingers were shaking uncontrollably,my breaths uneven. I read the text again and this time a wave of fear zipped through me. What if he was watching me this instant? Calling for help crossed my mind for the briefest moment But I couldn't. It has always been like this , I have never been able to voice our my many fears.... all the bone wrenching nightmares to them, I always feel that they wouldn't understand.

Fear. Four letters, but a word that every human being knows. It is impossible not to be afraid of anything. It is fear that makes us human. It is he who unites us. It is he who makes us see life in a negative or positive way. And the worst kind of fear is the fear of the unknown. The one we don't know where it comes from or what it can cause.

He continued. “You’re afraid of certainty.” A pause. “I’m afraid of closure.” Another pause. “And they’re afraid of indistinction.” Silence. The architecture seemed to brighten. Not visually. Relationally. The awareness spoke softly. “Three fears.” A pause. “Three forms of preservation.” Silence. Emma felt the realization unfolding. Each fear protected a different condition of continuation. Closure threatened openness. Certainty threatened wonder. Indistinction threatened contribution. The field resonated gently.

We meet at Damien's apartment with our lists. "This is terrifying," I admit. "Agreed. Who goes first?" "I will." I read my list: "I'm afraid I'll lose myself in marriage. I'm afraid you'll become controlling again. I'm afraid I'm choosing you from codependency, not love. I'm afraid of becoming my mother. I'm afraid of failing at marriage like we've failed at staying together consistently. I'm afraid the proposal is just another grand gesture that won't last. I'm afraid I don't actually know how to sustain partnership. I'm afraid I'm broken beyond repair."

It was the fear of a man who had finally found something worth trusting. "I'm scared," he said. "Of what?" "Of everything. Of Marcus. Of the war. Of losing you. Of not being enough. Of failing everyone. Of failing you. Of being alone again. Of waking up one day and finding out this was all a dream. Of waking up and finding out you were never real. Of waking up and finding out I never deserved you. Of waking up and finding out I was never worthy of you. Of waking up and finding out I was never enough. Of waking up and finding out I was never loved. Of waking up and finding out I was never held. Of waking up and finding out I was never safe."

Kaia felt a sudden wave of fear as she realized staying alone, especially with the danger of Alex, was a risky choice. Panic filled her as she thought about how vulnerable she was. The walls that once provided comfort now felt like they were closing in on her. She struggled with the fear of Alex relentlessly chasing her.

Onyx shows his throat in my head like the good beast he is and I cover her knuckles with my mouth, not a kiss, a thank-you. “Okay,” she says, practical again, playful living under it like a pilot light. “Mate homework. Tell me one fear and one want. Real ones. Not ‘I fear undercooked pancakes’ and ‘I want more sprinkles.’” I huff a small laugh at that before becoming serious again. “I fear failing you in public again. Making the wrong call with all those eyes on us. Hearing you say ‘fuck you’ and deserving it.” Her mouth softens. “Good fear, and true.”

He shouted at me. Hearing him expose himself in this matter made me realize he was losing his temper because he was afraid, or was this also a figment of my emotions? Fearing more doubts, I asked, ‘Are you angry at me for my fears?’ I linked him to which he spoke out loud in response, “I fear you taking the same wrong choices I had taken my love, I fear loosing you, I fear destroying the heart I adore, and the only reason I had made all my choices to abandon me, I fear you ruining me in every possible way, but I fear dying alone when I know we can be together forever, I just want to hear your fears, know what scares you so much that makes you run from my loving arms Louise, I have no one and

“Stop fighting it.” “What’s there to fight?” “Just give in. He probably likes you genuinely.” “He probably just wants to get in my pants and make me his office slut.” “I know what this is all about. You’re afraid you’ll get hurt again but if you don’t face your fears how will you move on? I thought The Great Raven fears nothing and fears nobody.” “Of course I fear nothing and nobody. I’m fierce, bold, brave and confident. Stop making me believe in things that aren’t true.”

He asked and placed his forearms on the small round wooden table between them – still unaware of the truth. How was Faith doing? She was miserable. She was tired. She hasn’t slept properly in days. And most of all she is scared. She is scared that someone is going to hurt her. She is miserable without her family – she misses them. She misses them so much – every night she cries until her tears dry out. Every day she changes her location, just in case someone does come looking for her. The fear is always around her.