Novel & Cerita The Fear Of Long Words

that's how Damian works his particular magic. Fear is the prominent equation that rides between us. Fear of the punishment, fear of being locked in the dark... fear... fucking fear. It's been a while since I've had to live like this in the uncertainty of my own mind. Sitting alone for long enough to overthink every word I've said... every move I've made, even down to my very breaths. I stare at the door from the foetal position I have adopted on the bed. Time seems never-ending, and despite counting hours past, it still seems like I'm in the first five minutes.

[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.

Also should be an easy one. Now Anthony's might be a little harder. He's got a fear of Butterflies. It's called Leidopterophobia. There are a couple of ways I could do that. Wilson is afraid of having no technology available, it's called technophobia. This is harder for me. Which is why I'm bringing Emily into this. She and Wilson are having some relationship problems. When I asked, she was all on board. As long as I don't pull a prank on her, I'm all good.

The fear. It all said more than words ever could.

FRIGHTEN. To make someone afraid or anxious; to cause fear in a profound or sudden way. Following Liam’s confession, Dylan was engulfed by an intense, destructive BPD episode. The betrayal triggered a full 'split,' turning his world instantly from black-and-white to a terrifying monochrome of hatred and self-loathing. Anna was forced to confront the violent reality of his illness, stepping fully into the role of psychiatrist to de-escalate a situation that was genuinely frightening, all while wrestling with the overwhelming knowledge of his pain.

"I just went out to buy some groceries. I didn't know this would happen. You were all out, and I had to watch the kids and cook... It wasn't on purpose." Mandy, who had never taken care of her own kids, got really mad at her mom. "Can't you understand anything? Are you out of your mind? I should've sent you to get your head checked! I've told you a million times not to skimp on the heating. How could you not listen? You owe me my children's lives! What am I going to tell David..." The thing she was scared of the most was not being able to explain herself. The Lewis family did not pay much attention to many things, but they sure loved their two grandkids a lot.

Fear is making him overestimate things, clouding his judgment. I can only imagine what he is thinking based on the expression on his face. I mean, don't we have guns? For when you are fearful, know that you will exaggerate the dangers you face--- says my book. Of course, it is just a book and what's a book to do against a mighty beast such as that? But the book has armed me with wisdom, and it would probably save me from this beast's mighty jaws and claws as much as my guns and knife would. If it hadn't been to the book, I would be as frozen as the soldier Fred who can't even pull a weapon out to defend himself.

I feel it. The hours are too long. The night is too long. The fear of it is loud, louder than my resolve, louder than the wolf, louder than me. My breath is fragile, fragile like the confidence I pretend to have, fragile like the control I want to keep, fragile like the solitude, like the solitude that I don’t want, that I don’t want. My breath is fragile and soft and quick and loud. It fills the space, fills it like the old words, fills it like the night.

I can feel their whispers moving through the crowd, soft murmurs, words I can’t make out. *** Aristotle once said, ‘He who has overcome his fears will truly be free.’ Easy words, right? But the truth is, fear doesn’t just vanish, it feeds on the silence you don’t want to face. It’s suddenly dawning on me… fear isn’t always about monsters or death. Definitely not. It’s about the quiet things. The fear of starting over again. The fear of being alone, day after day, without Liam. I'll be a liar if I said my legs don't ache. A worse liar if I said I don't feel nauseated.

“There is nothing but the wind,” she muttered under her breath and creased her brows. Why do the words don’t feel like they were hers even though they came out through her mouth? ‘Weird,’ she thought to herself but felt glad for somehow it ease the fear in her heart. Those strange noises had been ongoing for a long time now and light hasn’t come back. She wanted to fall asleep yet, she couldn’t. Those scary noises had been making it impossible for her to do so.