Fear

What are you afraid of? what are you scared of? what do you wish never to happen? what do you wish did not happen? fear of being not enough, fear of being left out, fear of being too much, fear of being not ready?

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Fear

His name, ami found after taking 400 milliseconds to search her personal database, was the silen word for "fear."

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Fear

Somewhat frightened, he passed it off as being a side effect of his weariness "...o-oh." when the wolf stood up he was startled by the small creaking noise his seat made "am i honestly getting scared right now?"

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Fear

Poem about fear...

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Fears

Moonlight shines through windows barred, into shadow darkened room. Illuminating all my scars, and brightening the gloom. Demon's claws rake across my skin. They all try and break me, with a taunting grin. I try and hold them off, but I know I...

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Fear

Everyone has one debilitating fear. the trick is finding it. fear the prisoner came too to find himself naked and chained to a sturdy wooden chair which was bolted to the floor. the room he was in was small, about twelve by twelve he guessed.

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Fear

A step backward, the fear takes a firmer hold of you but it is okay.

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Conquering the Fear

We all at some point feel that crippling fear of showing our work to others or just getting something written because we fear it's not good enough. there's always another sentence, paragraph, or plot point that needs refining.

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Fear to Tread

You're afraid that, if you stay here, and we keep seeing each other, what we have might get deeper than sex. you're afraid of loving someone again, and of losing them again. so you're running away." shinai had stared daggers at him.

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Conquering a Fear

Pete's problem was that he's terrified of pools. pete's fear of pools happened when they were both 13 years old.

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A Child's Fears

Mother, can you help me i'm just so very afraid here. mother, there's a monster sitting on my window sill, it stares at me and waits for chance to have its fill.

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A fear inside

afraid of the guilt and humilaten. i hide my self far away. for the fear i fell is to great that i quaver and cry inside my self. there is no escape from my mind.will any one ever help or leave me lay.

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