Fear Descriptive Writing

Although the tundra land was intriguing, there was a lot more to see; meandering down the valley, the grass (which was once a luscious green) has begun to grow dead, and dry. The shadowy sky – which is filled with ubiquitous clouds – reflects the decaying ground. It is a shield against the sun; it

Light rushes through a gap in the curtain flooding into my eyes. Irritated, I roll over onto my side, covering my face with an old pillow that smelt like cheese puffs. Consequently I’m itchy all over, must of left the door open and let the bed bugs bite. Crawling out of bed right leg, searching for the floor to regain reality and get out of bed. Ordinarily my eyes tried adjusting to the bright

Upon looking outside, I found myself facing a horrific and terrifying view of the garden. It felt like as if you have become a part of some horror movie. The clouds were covering the moon and wasn’t letting the light pass through making it pitch black and scary. The constant transformation of the clouds into unusual shapes make the night even more frightening. The stone pathway leads to the ghastly garden of misery. The paths take you to every grim corner of the garden. The dried up plants and the trees give the image as if their souls have been taken away from them and left them to rot here. The mysterious light breaking free from the clutches of the shape changing mists cast dreadful shadows all over the garden. The light falling on the

Everything fades and i am left with a few seconds of shouting from the group of survivors before i am left in nothingness once again

The lake darkens as the ominous clouds race across the sky, as black as the devil’s soul, and swallows the bliss-blue complexion of the sky faster than you can blink. The world has abruptly become cellar-dark and the heavens above look to collapse down upon me. A deafening wind runs over the landscape like a thousand horses, the noise of the raindrops their clattering hoofs. The threatening force of the gales knocks and blows the trees in precarious ways, almost as though, if it had wanted to, the wind could blow them away as if they were but feathers, not heavy pines. Lighting lights up the sky like liquid, golden ore streaks being forged into forks up above. Wriggling and writhing with the pain of their own existence. Flashing once, twice, three times, polished and glossy like the cold prongs of the apocalypse. Shaking myself from my weather-caused trance, I hurry for shelter under a nearby fern tree. Staring deep into the blackness of the storm I wonder whether I will ever see that bliss-blue appearance

A fiery sunset grows larger and taller as trees alight and black fog covers the sky. An unbearable heat hits me, I wheeze as ashy smoke fills my lungs. The last thing I hear is hissing in the trees before I fade into the

The sky was more gray than it was blue, the clouds had blocked out all sunshine, the trees were a dull shade of green, the atmosphere outside was gloomy. I had just finished reading the Metamorphosis and I was terrified.

Golden streaks of sunlight cast a soft orange glow on my eyelids causing them to peel wide open. I found myself sprawled out in the pasture I collapsed in upon encountering the being. My heart rate slowed to its usual rhythm as it pounded within the cavity of my chest regaining equilibrium. Lush vegetation surrounded me. The sweet scent of the various species of plants from the bromeliads to the hairy gardenia permeated the sticky air. To my left was a secluded wooden cabin.

I am writing back home to try and depict the exhilarating experience of Oklahoma. The vast rolling plains are so picturesque that no camera can do justice to what I see in person. The endless sea of green moves harmoniously with every breath of wind. The wildlife migrates with every dawn and dusk of the sun without disturbing God’s angelic creation. A sun that decorates the sky with every color that could be created on painter’s palette and gilds the terrain around me. The setting of the sun lasts a lifetime in its beauty but is passes in moments in reality. What is left is darkness. A darkness that coexsists with the illumination by the overwhelming abundance of stars. Each one drawing its own creation in the sky. Even at

The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.

An unpleasant emotion or feeling caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat : Fear. Fear is a strong word, it can mean a variety of things and lead to a variety of things depending on who you are. My fear caused me to shake and tremble as if the world was coming to an end. It makes me feel safe around no one. I look back on my life and ask myself, was it all worth it for this? It makes me shrink and fall the size of of a humming bird. My stomach starts to feel like it never has before. My head is spinning in circles and my hands are trembling to the point where I think they might fall off.

As i sat outside a cafe near the pier, beneath the halo of a street lamp, enjoying a cup of

The sun was still below the horizon but the clouds above the mountains were tainted the color of pomegranates. Around me the shadows seemed empty. I tried not to look into the brush as I walked down the driveway. I had stopped before, looking to see the back of the shadows; staring hard, only to have them retreat from my eyes indefinitely. Invisible birds called from within. Their sound followed me down the driveway and onto the road.

It was three o’clock in the morning. Outside the window, the sky was still dark. There were barely any stars in the sky, and no cloud cluttered. The sky was painfully dark and motionless. Except for the faint light from the moon, everything seems lifeless. In a dark room, there was a girl sitting up on the bed, leaning on the wall beside her. She was looking out the window. Through the window, the girl can see the sky and the top of some buildings, however, nothing special or attractive. But, the girl has been staring at it for almost an hour now, silently and peacefully.

After I got out of the car, I saw a small white dog. It was wagging its tail and was growling. It looked very aggressive and appeared like it was ready to bite. I suddenly got really scared. Fear is a basic emotion. Fear is a feeling caused by perceived danger or threat, which causes a change in metabolism and a change in behavior. Such behavior includes fleeing, hiding, or freezing from perceived traumatic events. Cynophobia is the fear of dogs. I became cynophobic at the age of seven. I thought overcoming a fear is a difficult task because most people cling to their fears, but I was wrong. The year was 2010. It was a sunny day. The sun was bright, it was warm out and it was another average day.