I already did this word. But here I go again. Maybe I’ll write something better. Maybe not. Maybe I’m not a good writer. Maybe I’m fooling myself. Maybe that’s why I haven’t started working on my dissertation. Or finished my novel. Maybe deep down I know…I know I’m a fake. I’m afraid that I might be.
“Fear ist the mindkiller. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will let it pass over me and through me. When the fear has gone past, I will turn my inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing. Only I will remain.” – Frank Herbert.
SarKass
“It’s not that simple”, he said. I was afraid of the complications.
nadia
I’m afraid of clowns, milk, horses, ladybugs, the dark, pigs, and falling from great heights.
But my biggest fear of all is the number 1. WHAT IS IT!!!! Is it an odd number, or an even number!!
Zachary Williams
I am afraid of the dark.
canswim
I am afriad of the dark. It makes me scared.
Ron
I ain’t ‘fraid of no ghosts. Well, let’s be real here. Ghosts are scary. They are really, really scary. Well, I don’t know if they are, I’ve never seen one, but I can only imagine that if they do in fact exist, that meeting one would make anyone drop a duece in his or her pants.
Fear is such a terrible motivator. Does it really serve a useful purpose? If there were no fear, would we be better or worse off. Fear often prevents honesty and without honesty we have a distorted way of looking at the world. Most of use value authenticity and fear is an obstacle to truth-seeking.
Jane Gill
Afraid of my shadow
I can’t run fast enough
I avoid the light
Where are my manners
You follow
You mirror
I should just shoot you
It won’t work
I don’t want to be alone
afraid of things i cannot change. I am afraid of a life that i dont want. Afraid that ill wake up in twenty years from now and hate myself. This causes great emotional stress upon me and i am constantly paranoid, even with little things.
Joe
I was standing next to the priest with all the eyes of the world upon me. Her father was giving me the death glare. I looked up the aisle and there she was. Dressed in white. Then all of my fears melted away.
Jack Tiffee
I’m afriad of the dark. It really makes me scared.
Ron
i am afraid of lossing u.. afraid at nite.. afraid to tak to u wat am going thru.. afraid to get less marks . afraid to c u cryng. afraid to lose my dignity, my s
mohit
fear. Being afraid of dreams, your future, your past, loved ones, family, new people. being afraid ruins lives, overcoming it saves many.
honey boo boo
I am afraid to live. What if I make mistakes? Mistakes are hard to erase. Life has many ways of beating you down and fear is one of them. It might even be the most powerful one. So, I guess fear has killed me. I am dead.
Ragnhildur
I was not. I repeat I was not. Not in the least. Not when you ran away. No mom. Not even then. The dog was still there and the gun was loaded and there was nothing that anything could do to me. I kept on going. I’m here now, amn’t i? And I really was not at all.
I am so afraid to tell him that i love him. He is so beautiful and a good friend but i am older than him. I hope that someday he will love me too but i am just so afraid that i am not good enough for him.
Linna Drehmel
I’m not afraid. I’m not sick. I’m not insane. I’m in love with madness, but I’m not fucking it. I know better.
i am not afraid of the dark , the dark is afraid off me , it is to scared to come out and play it is just blackness searching for a friend, A friend it can never have.
Danyell
I’m afraid I can’t write for the whole minute allotted to me. But if I could let go of the fear, and simply write, what would I come up with? Maybe I’d write about my childhood or my future or the things I see in front me as I type. I’m not writing about any of that now though, because I’m hosting a meta discussion on writing.
Samantha
He had asked again. She shook her head nervously while looking at his shoes. She couldn’t even look him in the eye, let alone go to dinner with him. She shivered to herself as she walked away. Stupid girl.
I’m not afraid of the dark. The monsters aren’t under the bed. They’re inside me. The cage doors come unhinged at night, and it’s a terror and a beauty to watch what unfolds. The light doesn’t scare them, but it does drive them home.
Bethany
Big cities, vicious dogs, ginormous crowds, and plenty more.
I was afraid to even say what I needed to- But so was Ester. I was in her shoes now, it seemed…
Muddypawprints
She can’t move. Breathing feels difficult. To difficult to do. Everything stands still. At least in her mind. And she hopes it will last. She feels far from reality. Which is good. Because this thing which she should face …… she can’t assess what will happen.
i m so afraid that i cannot achieve my dream. oh so i realized that i have 6o seconds to write . and some of the time , i wasted in retype realised to realize. and thats all . oh de3r, i did not know what am i actually doing? is it an essay based from one word? do i have argue about this word?
tell me what do you know afraid? i can’t write anything about afraid. silly me
mentyzee
I’m afraid this i’m not creative enough to write. For example to write something good on this website that in my brain I think will boost my whimsical writing side or something like that.
hayla
cold breath
on the nap of the neck,
hairs on end
like a startled cat,
blood pumping
faster than
a race.
what was that crashing noise?
what was that
figure
dashing right by?
I was so afraid. The power was out and I heard a big thud in the living room. Was there someone in the house with me? I picked up my phone and punched in 911… should I call or investigate!
Katherine
fear. i’m afraid of becoming a failure, afraid to be alone, forever. i do not want to dwell on the feeling of loneliness. i’m afraid…so afraid…
The shivers run down his spine. He shouldn’t be afraid. This is important and necessary and /it’s for his own good, it’s for ZACK’S good/, and he knows Zack will never hate him and he really doesn’t have anything to worry about. He just needs to open his mouth and speak.
But his stomach won’t stop lurching.
God, he’s never been afraid to speak his mind before.
afraid would be a thing but with this, experience will be your guide after all. being afraid to many things makes you silly but someday this silliness will be your teacher. no matter what you do, let afraid be there for you and this will make you the best you can be
I am often afraid of that blank page, sitting there empty and waiting to be filled. Sometimes I just want to turn it over and scribble total nonsense on it. But not today. Today I must be creative even if I don’t feel like it.
Rachel
im afraid that maybe this girl named Loren would not be so happy that i love her so it terrifies me a lot.. :)
I already did this word. But here I go again. Maybe I’ll write something better. Maybe not. Maybe I’m not a good writer. Maybe I’m fooling myself. Maybe that’s why I haven’t started working on my dissertation. Or finished my novel. Maybe deep down I know…I know I’m a fake. I’m afraid that I might be.
“Fear ist the mindkiller. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will let it pass over me and through me. When the fear has gone past, I will turn my inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing. Only I will remain.” – Frank Herbert.
“It’s not that simple”, he said. I was afraid of the complications.
I’m afraid of clowns, milk, horses, ladybugs, the dark, pigs, and falling from great heights.
But my biggest fear of all is the number 1. WHAT IS IT!!!! Is it an odd number, or an even number!!
I am afraid of the dark.
I am afriad of the dark. It makes me scared.
I ain’t ‘fraid of no ghosts. Well, let’s be real here. Ghosts are scary. They are really, really scary. Well, I don’t know if they are, I’ve never seen one, but I can only imagine that if they do in fact exist, that meeting one would make anyone drop a duece in his or her pants.
I’m afraid of the dark. It makes me scared.
Fear is such a terrible motivator. Does it really serve a useful purpose? If there were no fear, would we be better or worse off. Fear often prevents honesty and without honesty we have a distorted way of looking at the world. Most of use value authenticity and fear is an obstacle to truth-seeking.
Afraid of my shadow
I can’t run fast enough
I avoid the light
Where are my manners
You follow
You mirror
I should just shoot you
It won’t work
I don’t want to be alone
afraid of things i cannot change. I am afraid of a life that i dont want. Afraid that ill wake up in twenty years from now and hate myself. This causes great emotional stress upon me and i am constantly paranoid, even with little things.
I was standing next to the priest with all the eyes of the world upon me. Her father was giving me the death glare. I looked up the aisle and there she was. Dressed in white. Then all of my fears melted away.
I’m afriad of the dark. It really makes me scared.
i am afraid of lossing u.. afraid at nite.. afraid to tak to u wat am going thru.. afraid to get less marks . afraid to c u cryng. afraid to lose my dignity, my s
fear. Being afraid of dreams, your future, your past, loved ones, family, new people. being afraid ruins lives, overcoming it saves many.
I am afraid to live. What if I make mistakes? Mistakes are hard to erase. Life has many ways of beating you down and fear is one of them. It might even be the most powerful one. So, I guess fear has killed me. I am dead.
I was not. I repeat I was not. Not in the least. Not when you ran away. No mom. Not even then. The dog was still there and the gun was loaded and there was nothing that anything could do to me. I kept on going. I’m here now, amn’t i? And I really was not at all.
I am so afraid to tell him that i love him. He is so beautiful and a good friend but i am older than him. I hope that someday he will love me too but i am just so afraid that i am not good enough for him.
I’m not afraid. I’m not sick. I’m not insane. I’m in love with madness, but I’m not fucking it. I know better.
i am not afraid of the dark , the dark is afraid off me , it is to scared to come out and play it is just blackness searching for a friend, A friend it can never have.
I’m afraid I can’t write for the whole minute allotted to me. But if I could let go of the fear, and simply write, what would I come up with? Maybe I’d write about my childhood or my future or the things I see in front me as I type. I’m not writing about any of that now though, because I’m hosting a meta discussion on writing.
He had asked again. She shook her head nervously while looking at his shoes. She couldn’t even look him in the eye, let alone go to dinner with him. She shivered to herself as she walked away. Stupid girl.
I’m not afraid of the dark. The monsters aren’t under the bed. They’re inside me. The cage doors come unhinged at night, and it’s a terror and a beauty to watch what unfolds. The light doesn’t scare them, but it does drive them home.
Big cities, vicious dogs, ginormous crowds, and plenty more.
Afraid describes a lot of things about me including, the dark, horror movies, rumford at night, and the woods.
I was afraid to even say what I needed to- But so was Ester. I was in her shoes now, it seemed…
She can’t move. Breathing feels difficult. To difficult to do. Everything stands still. At least in her mind. And she hopes it will last. She feels far from reality. Which is good. Because this thing which she should face …… she can’t assess what will happen.
I’m afraid of a lot of things like: heights, spiders, snakes, dying, graduating, and most of all trying to survive in the real world.
afraid, k… nothing new,.. just a simple adjective to describe how fearful are you with those stuff..
Going, going, gone. Alone in the darkness, afraid to move. Safety depends on where you turn…
i m so afraid that i cannot achieve my dream. oh so i realized that i have 6o seconds to write . and some of the time , i wasted in retype realised to realize. and thats all . oh de3r, i did not know what am i actually doing? is it an essay based from one word? do i have argue about this word?
tell me what do you know afraid? i can’t write anything about afraid. silly me
I’m afraid this i’m not creative enough to write. For example to write something good on this website that in my brain I think will boost my whimsical writing side or something like that.
cold breath
on the nap of the neck,
hairs on end
like a startled cat,
blood pumping
faster than
a race.
what was that crashing noise?
what was that
figure
dashing right by?
I was so afraid. The power was out and I heard a big thud in the living room. Was there someone in the house with me? I picked up my phone and punched in 911… should I call or investigate!
fear. i’m afraid of becoming a failure, afraid to be alone, forever. i do not want to dwell on the feeling of loneliness. i’m afraid…so afraid…
progressive
The shivers run down his spine. He shouldn’t be afraid. This is important and necessary and /it’s for his own good, it’s for ZACK’S good/, and he knows Zack will never hate him and he really doesn’t have anything to worry about. He just needs to open his mouth and speak.
But his stomach won’t stop lurching.
God, he’s never been afraid to speak his mind before.
afraid would be a thing but with this, experience will be your guide after all. being afraid to many things makes you silly but someday this silliness will be your teacher. no matter what you do, let afraid be there for you and this will make you the best you can be
I am often afraid of that blank page, sitting there empty and waiting to be filled. Sometimes I just want to turn it over and scribble total nonsense on it. But not today. Today I must be creative even if I don’t feel like it.
im afraid that maybe this girl named Loren would not be so happy that i love her so it terrifies me a lot.. :)