He felt his fear long before he had a name for it. He had always been nearly empty in the phobia department. A traumatic childhood was not the cause of this, like one may expect. Birth was all it took to drain him of that key emotion, though he had been left a near empty barrel with a steady drip. There was one prominent thing that never failed to make his mouth dry and his heart viciously attempting to destroy its bone cage.
A firm hand abruptly dragged him from his slumber. His heavy eyelids lifted, allowing his gaze to scan the dead room. A wave of nausea surged up his throat. All of his depleted strength was needed to keep from hurling on his own lap. His brain pulsated, guiding his hand to his forehead. As he began to focus on his surroundings, he noticed the blown-out wall a few feet ahead of him. Moonlight filtered in through the wood above as a furious breeze whistled into the building. He did not recognize this place, nor did he remember how he'd gotten there. The only thing he knew then was he appeared to be alone. That fact, alone, injected adrenaline directly into his veins.
He forced himself up to shaky legs, wobbling over to paper pinned to the wall. He carefully read the messy words that continued to merge on the note.
Jaxx,
We've left you here for your own good. You will be fine. Explore the city. There are bound to be people willing to help you. Just beware of the diseased. You will know them immediately. Also, beware of the emperor’s guards. They are not as friendly as the civilians.
With love,
Mom and Dad.
He gritted his teeth, disgust flooding his brain. For his own good? They had left him in a plague-infested city from the sound of it. How could that be good for him in any way, shape, or form? He had he...
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...is lips, though Jaxx knew he was not joking. “My gut is telling me you may be worth my time. If I am correct, your grandfather was once a highly revered guard to the emperor. Skill tends to run in families. If not, I suppose we will have to let you go.” Another guard entered, raising an eyebrow as he spotted the young man. He looked to Pendleton for answers, who then responded, “Campbell sent him. The kid is supposed to quite talented.”
Jaxx watched in amazement as the overseer lied right through his teeth, gripping the sword. He had heard about the lives of the guards. He was doubtful of being able to live up to the strange expectations of this old man. What the future held, he was unaware. His life was taking a sharp turn, of that he was positive. He was to begin a life of servitude. He would soon learn of the real dangers awaiting him. He would be utterly alone.
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
Fear is a thing that strikes someone at heart. This man had overcame it in such a way it moved many people and had became another thing that this man has overcome. It sure will not be the last of it.As Wiesel said “Hunger—thirst—fear—transport—selection—fire—chimney: these words all have intrinsic
Introduction “This experience is much harder, and weirder, to describe than extreme fear or terror, most people know what it is like to be seriously afraid. If they haven’t felt it themselves, they’ve at least seen a movie, or read a book, or talked to a frightened friend – they can at least imagine it. But explaining what I’ve come to call ‘disorganization’ is a different challenge altogether. Consciousness gradually loses its coherence, one’s center gives away. The center cannot hold.
The first area to explore is the history of Phobias. The word phobia was not used in medical literature until the late eighteenth century. Phobia comes from the Greek word phobos, which means "fear, terror, panic, and flight." In Greek mythology, Phobos was a Greek god who caused fear and panic in his enem...
After his sudden impulse, Tom found himself on the other side of his window, standing on the ledge below him, gripping the ledge tightly above him. A breeze full of brisk air carried itself to collide with Tom’s body, making his knuckles white from grasping the ledge so he would not be carried by the wind. Inching towards the bright colored paper, he could feel his stomach churning and his jacket grazing across the uneven brick. His mind was only focused on the pattern of steps and hand movements he would do, hoping to not think of the imminent danger and bright lights below him. He began to say to himself, “Right, left, right, left, right…,” keeping that colored paper in his mind and sight. The ledge, its width around half of his foot length, seemed to be infinite.
"Lay off, Slate." Alen was tied, to tied for the constant bickering from his old companion. He'd heard it non-stop on their two and a half day journey to catch up to the raiders that had pillaged their sleepy, little town three night ago. To catch up with them, Alen and Slate had taken turns driving and sleeping. They'd managed to get ahead of the raiders in the hills, and decided to set an ambush in a narrow pass. The one thing Alen and Slate agreed on was that two against nine
“W-who are you?” I managed to ask, turning to face the speaker. The man was tall with dark hair, the color indistinguishable in the dark. He wore long sweeping robes; he couldn’t have been older than thirty. He smiled; I felt a chill run up my spine, his eyes roamed my figure, judging me as if he was pondering if he should answer.
A phobia is an extreme irrational fear or an aversion to something, a phobia is also described as an anxiety disorder in which a person has a persistent fear of an object or situation. For a trepidation to be recognized as a phobia it will typically be rapid in onset and present itselfs for six months or longer. According to the National Institute of Mental Health approximately four to five percent of the United States population has one or more clinically significant phobias per year. In the book 1984 by George Orwell the citizens are dictated by the government through means of fear in order to get results. Throughout the novel examples of phobias and fear are exploited by the government as a way for them to gain further control over the
As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
Fear drives people to act completely out of character and unusual for themselves. In most cases, the change of character is not for the best. Sophie Wender acts un-brave and afraid when she runs away from the fear of the unknown. Joseph Storm acts not so out of character for himself, but out of character for a fatherly figure when facing the problem of his son asking something he fears. Lastly, Emily Storm acts very out of character from her naturally caring motherly self when she calls her niece who has a deviation a monster. Fear is a one of the strongest emotions humans have to face. When faced with fear, everyone must learn to control their emotions so they do not come off as someone they are not.
Suddenly he was awoken by a yell, he shot up out of bed in a cold sweat, he climbed out of bed threw on his armor and walked out of the tent. He looked around and noticed that every one was on guard, “whats going on?” he asked in a timed manor.
Those who have been diagnosed as phobics had their lives altered by submitting to the overpowering urge to avoid their fears at all costs. Facing one's fear is not the easiest thing to do, but there are newer, safer, and easier methods to tear down the false fear an object or situation has over someone. Phobias, that come from unknown origins, have a tremendous influence over the growth processes of personalities and the creation of an individual's lifestyle.
We all remember these grey gloomy days filled with a feeling of despair that saddens the heart from top to bottom. Even though, there may be joy in one’s heart, the atmosphere turns the soul cold and inert. Autumn is the nest of this particular type of days despite its hidden beauty. The sun seems foreign, and the nights are darker than usual enveloped by a thrill that generates chills to travel through the spine leaving you with a feeling of insecurity. Nevertheless, the thinnest of light will always shine through the deepest darkness; in fact, darkness amplifies the beauty and intensity of a sparkle. There I found myself trapped within the four walls of my house, all alone, surrounded by the viscosity of this type of day. I could hear some horrifying voices going through my mind led by unappealing suicidal thought. Boredom had me encaged, completely at its mercy. I needed to go far away, and escape from this morbid house which was wearing me down to the grave. Hope was purely what I was seeking in the middle of the city. Outside, the air was heavy. No beautifully rounded clouds, nor sunrays where available to be admired through the thick grey coat formed by the mist embedded in the streets. Though, I felt quite relieved to notice that I was not alone to feel that emptiness inside myself as I was trying to engage merchant who shown similar “symptoms” of my condition. The atmosphere definitely had a contagious effect spreading through the hearts of every pedestrian that day. Very quickly, what seemed to be comforting me at first, turned out to be deepening me in solitude. In the city park, walking ahead of me, I saw a little boy who had long hair attached with a black bandana.
What was the sound beyond the hallway, or that figure on the corner of your eye? That certain sensation of your heart beat getting louder and your palms sweating,the chill called fear. Fear is a defense system to warn humans we could be in danger, but what if fear goes too far? People with phobias feel a cold sweat drop from their faces, their pupils dilated,shaking at the sight of stop-lights or does not have the heart to cross rivers, it is most likely a phobia. It is an irrational fear that takes over someone's mind and prevents them to surmount obstacles in their life. They can range from something as scary as spiders to something as strange as paper-towel rolls. Like Lea Winerman, a writer for American Psychology Association, states, “ All phobias are anxiety disorders, lumped in the same class as post-traumatic stress disorder and panic disorder, among others. And anxiety disorders are, fundamentally, based on fear.” Phobias prevents people from functioning normally and have a healthy life by taking hold of their lives and daily schedules. The effects of having a phobia results in inconveniences in your life, stress, and medical problems in your future.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.