Uneasy Feeling Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

I looked like a man walking into something he might not walk out of. The feeling of unease settled in the pit of my stomach, growing heavier with each passing second. The soft hum of the elevator's motor seemed to mock me, as if it knew the uncertainty that lay ahead. I tried to shake off the sense of foreboding, reminding myself that I had a job to do, a mission to complete. But as the elevator finally reached the ground floor and the doors slid open with a hiss, I couldn't help but wonder if I was walking into a trap.

He mumbled to himself. Zayne walked over to the chair on the balcony and sat down for about five minutes, just staring into the night and reminiscing about the day. But he soon started to feel very uncomfortable. He could not point out why he felt that way but he could not shake off the feeling. She was filling his head up but this time, not with the type of feeling her thoughts usually brought to him. This time, it was with a feeling of complete unease. When Zayne could no longer take it, he got up on his feet. He seldom had this feeling of unease and anytime he had it, something was definitely about to happen. Something that could make him angry and go into a killing spree.

Grace I woke with a heavy feeling, a dull ache settling deep within my bones. The events of the past few days replayed in my mind like a fragmented film, leaving me with a confusing mix of emotions: fear, doubt, and a strange sense of detachment I couldn't quite shake. As I went through the motions of getting ready for work, a part of me felt numb, distant from the familiar routine. It almost felt alien, but it wasn't as taxing as it had been before. I remember being so irritated before. Now, it didn't matter which outfit I picked out. Not because they were all the same, but because Eason had redone my wardrobe for my day-to-day to help my image. They were all equally nice, and I hadn't real

Two years ago… Cara's POV You know this feeling; this constant nagging at the back of your mind, this sickening at the pit of your stomach, this heavyweight over your chest that makes you sometimes stop and just try to gasp for a breath. You know; this anxiety, uneasiness, or maybe it is just referred to as --fear. I don't know, it is just, this feeling-- What is it? What do they call it? This trepidation. As if you're waiting for something bad to happen. As if your gut is telling you, it’s giving you pre heads-up.

It would just be her and Matt chilling around some rocks in the middle of the night and hoping for the best. Her thoughts then drifted over to Clayton and that uneasy feeling he'd had last night. She hoped it wasn't some kind of premonition. She just needed everything to run smoothly from here on out. They'd been through hell. Surely they deserved a break now? Lost in her thoughts, Camden continued to absentmindedly caress Clayton's hair, her mind a tangle of thoughts and scenarios that would likely never play out. She felt Clayton stir on her chest. "Mmmmm...." he groaned as he awoke for the second time that morning. "Good morning," Camden said softly, stroking his cheek. "Morning," he mumb

I said, “I’m just standing here and somehow that’s enough again.” “That’s what I’m saying,” Ryan replied, “it shouldn’t be enough, but it is, and I don’t like what that means.” A few passed nearby, some slowing, some keeping distance, and Ryan muttered, “Yeah… there, you see that, some of them can’t even come close now.” “They’re split,” I said, “some feel pulled, some feel… unsure.” “Uneasy,” Ryan said, “that’s the word, they don’t know if they should follow you or stay away from you.”

I couldn't breathe for a second and for the first time that day, I felt uneasy, my body shaking slightly as I still stared at the paper. Well, behind the whole unease was excitement.

She couldn't quite understand his motives, and it left her feeling uneasy. As she sat there, lost in her thoughts, she couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion and apprehension. She didn't feel afraid, but she wasn't sure if she should be. There was something about the way he had looked at her that left her feeling exposed, vulnerable even. It was a feeling that she couldn't shake off, no matter how hard she tried.

he asks, his voice soft but steady. I shake my head, unable to put it into words. I don’t know exactly what it is, only that it feels like a storm gathering on the horizon. The sense of foreboding in my chest won’t go away, and no amount of reassurance seems to ease the unease in my soul.

But as expected, I couldn't make it in time and I was landed on a street. Feeling uneasy, As I walk down the quiet streets, I can't help but feel a sense of unease. This town was so different from the city where I grew up. It's quiet and peaceful, but it's also isolated and remote. I wonder if I woud be able to adjust to this new life, or if I would always be looking over my shoulder, afraid of being found.