List Of Fears Novels & Stories

Cindy smirked at her. "Truth." "What is your greatest fear?" Cindy had a sneer on her lips. Shelly felt a pang in her chest as she thought of all the worst possible things that could ever happen to her and in an eerie voice she answered, "The fear of never getting home." Everywhere was quiet for awhile and suddenly Kiara gave a shaky laugh. "Why would you ever fear something like that." "Yeah," Cindy added, "it's impossible for you to never get home."

I’m not sure why I feel so scared of the men. “Hey, I’m Stephanie. You can call me Steph. I’m sorry my brother and his friends scared you. They meant to help, but they are idiots. Can we help you? This is Vera and Bessa. What’s your name?” she asks. The three of them seem so sweet and genuine. I think I can trust them. I sit up and wipe my face. “Um. Sage. Sage Wright,” I shrug. At least I remember my name. Everything else is a mixed-up jigsaw puzzle.

we'll still be here together. I close my eyes as the ride goes down in a very fast pace, knowing that my fear of heights won't simply disappear even if I try to overcome it. There are a lot of things that I tend to get freaked out by, spiders or more precisely, bugs, clowns and even being in small spaces.

I just shrugged my shoulder and said, “Reading a lot really helps. Try it.” He smiled and shook his head. “No, thanks.” I smiled. “Overall, fear of public speaking, heights and bugs are the biggest phobia. That’s in America. Twenty-five percent says they fear speaking in front of the crowd.” “Oh,” Pino chuckled. “Even me. I always fear public speaking,” he said, scratching his head. “Clowns are officially scarier than ghosts, but zombies are scarier than both,” I added as I barely laughed. “Yeah right? Zombies, my ass,” he smirked. “Well, Levi... how does... um...”

Brad responded, and he held my hand as we moved slowly. I was more anxious at the moment. I knew we were already at the land of fear and as we were moving further and deeper into the land, anything scary could come up. I still felt insecure, despite the fact that Brad was with me. What was I going to do if something huge comes our way? Just run? Or what if Brad felt that he was too slow because of me, and then decided to leave me. “Don't think too much about your fears. The land of fear can sense each and everyone of them, and can develop it to be used against you. After all, our fears make us back out easily.” Brad said, and drew me closer to his side.

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Pale blue walls, the scent of lavender oil barely masking the sterile undercurrent, and a mountain of neatly stacked psychology journals flanking her wooden desk. "What is your biggest fear?" It seemed like such a simple thing, but I felt like I was staring down a bottomless pit. Forcing a laugh, I tried to brush it off. "Me? Fears? Nah, not really. Snakes maybe, those creepy scales give me the chills. But if there's one thing that really turns my stomach inside out, it's love. Hate that shit." "So love... is your biggest fear," She noted that down in her notepad.

“I want you to sit down and make a list of all the things you want to try and the reason you’re scared of trying it. We will work on that list of yours together.” “I’d like that.”

"Just wait a second, I'm making you a fuck it list." "A what?" "A fuck it list." She says as if that's enough of an explanation. "A list of sexy stuff I want you to do, within the next year, to make up for eleven years, I repeat, eleven years of missing out." "Jacqueline Davies." I say in horror as I start reading the list. "I can't do that stuff. I definitely can't do number seventeen, what are you on?" "Yes you can, it's relatively tame stuff mate, it's not like I'm saying do BDSM or go to a swingers club. Although actually…"

"I was emotional. The lights... they give me a headache." "You listed them," Elion whispered. "Water. Car. Fire. Those aren't metaphors, Cale. Those are scenarios." "They are fears," Cale said, opening his eyes. "Everyone has fears." "My fear is spiders," Elion said. "Your fear is... specific deaths." He stepped closer. "Have I died, Cale?" Elion asked. It was a crazy question. A question for a lunatic. Cale looked at him. For a moment, Elion thought he was going to confess. He thought the dam was going to break.