Unscramble Anxiety Novels & Stories

I was building up my anxiety, simmering my frustration just below the lid, like a pot about to boil over. I was starting to be like a burst pressure cooker but was keeping the lid going. I couldn't just stand there waiting for something to happen. I had to do something, anything, to disrupt that waiting-the action could even be random. It was, however, enough to set a new view: I went to my nearby parked car, the keys jingling in my pocket like the promise of that sweet release.I hopped in, turned on the engine, and started driving, pressing harder and harder on the accelerator and leaving the speedometer behind.

Caleb is driving somewhere fast. From the outside, he looks very anxious. He keeps on wiping the sweat from his forehead. He looks in a hurry. His car speed is over 130km/ hour. He is hoping he isn't stopped by the police. He can't waste time. He wants to get there before it is too late. He doesn’t remember the last time he was this anxious. He was in a very important meeting when he saw the text. He got up and left the meeting without saying a single word. He doesn’t care right now about anything else. He just wants to get there.

Amanda's feelings became anxious after Oriaga ended their video call. Although his expression was flat when he spotted it, intonation was enough to emphasize that the man was angry, even though Amanda had not shown the final part of the lingerie that she had cut out carelessly. Amanda swallowed; from the beginning, she realized that she had challenged Oriaga, but when the man answered her challenge—it caused a different kind of anxiety, and Amanda didn't like the way she felt. She lowered the lingerie box from the top of the closet, double-checked, put the item back, then double-checked. She kept doing this because the confusion, as the saying goes, 'rice has become porridge,' fit Amanda's a

I tried to shake off the feeling of dread that had settled over me, but my anxiety only continued to rise. I felt a lump form in my throat, and I struggled to control my breathing. My hands trembled as I clutched the card, and I could feel my pulse throbbing in my temples. Suddenly, Marcus's concerned voice broke through my panicked thoughts. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" he asked, rushing to my side. But I couldn't answer him. My mind was racing with terrifying possibilities, and I felt overwhelmed with fear. I tried to compose myself, but I felt dizzy and weak.

As they kept practicing, their movements grew steadier, their aim more precise. Beatrice thanked Nicole. "I've been losing a lot of hair lately, and my temper's getting worse. Every time I snap, I feel guilty afterwards, but I just can't control it." "Ask Jeremy later if there's anything for anxiety," Nicole suggested. "I remember we stocked some. Try to keep an eye on your mood, too." Beatrice blinked in surprise. "You think I've got anxiety?" "It's not just you. A lot of people do right now," Nicole said, nodding. "I had it, too, at the beginning. Cola helped me get through it."

I could feel my spine shake like a pair of unwanted shackles as my stomach involuntarily contracted and left me doubled over in pain. I can’t be sure that this is an underlying side effect from my near death or just the entirety of my anxiety but there is no questioning that this all relates to my current state with Alan.

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Anita rushed out of her father's house, her mind filled with anxiety and fear. She quickly got into her car, the engine roaring to life as she prepared to make her way home, As she started driving out of her dad's compound, her trembling hands reached for her phone. She dialed Alexander's phone numbers, “ it's Anita," she spoke urgently into the phone, her voice filled with desperation. "I need to talk to you about something important. It's about my dad, Felix." Anita said,

Like telling someone to calm down has actually calmed them. Once she drives in through the gates, I shoot out of the car without waiting for her to park. I skip upstairs and stop at the door of Brianna’s room. My hand connects with the door but I don’t push it open. I can’t push it open and I don’t know why. I was eager to be here but anxiety has my limbs locked in place. Fear curls my guts, I start pacing the length of the dim-lit corridor with my knuckles pressed to my lips.

I was shaking vigorously, from fear, from anxiety, from desperation, and most especially from being abandoned again, I slumped down on the couch and my thumbs were shaking as I scroll through my phone, and finally I dialed Fred's number, my heart was beating so fast like I was running a marathon, I was biting my lips so hard praying he picks up, the phone rang for the first time he didn't pick it, it was a facetime call, I was almost giving up at the third time when his face suddenly popped up “Fred?” I called anxiously “The fuck is wrong with you bitch can't you see I'm with my woman and you're disturbing my peace” He groan and shifted the camera I saw the face of a strange lady beside him,