The Story Of Fears

In which school the shooting incident happened today? Should I help my child put on a bulletproof vest? Everyday miserable news are reported whenever we turn on TV. The news glue us to the TV screen and give us a sense of uneasiness. We feel living the extremely dangerous era.

Before she knew it, she heard the scary sound of fear. Troops came marching down the street to her door. They said no words to her, but drank ale instead. She sat at her table and waited for Jeff to save her. The troops tied her up and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed. They knelt beside her with muskets at her

Originally, Americans wanted to remain isolated from the rest of the world so they could be safe from the dangers of war and European conflicts (I can see why). At the same time, America wanted to be the role model for countries around the world, but World War II made them realize that because they are isolated by the oceans surrounding them, they can no longer serve as a model for the rest of the world. As a result, America 's postwar goal was to involve themselves in world politics to keep peace and make sure that authoritarian governments (such as the Soviet Union) would not overtake Europe (seems like they promoted war than prevented it because they provided so many weapons for other countries). However, the Soviet Union leader, Joseph Stalin, wanted to control all of Europe (just as Hitler had), with a plan to step in and take it over during a war that will occur in the future between rival capitalists, Britain and America, probably since history repeats itself (WW1 was a war between capitalists- true story). After the war ended and the restoration of Europe was in process, Stalin began to overstep his boundaries by sending troops to occupy areas that he was not permitted to (not a very smart decision from Stalin 's side), which angered America and Britain, especially since they were agreeing to his demands that were originally settled between the him and Hitler. Adding the newly-created communist

First, the story has a lot of heart throbbing action. You can clearly see this when it states “The sniper raised his rifle and fired. The head fell heavily on the turret wall. The woman darted toward the side street. The sniper fired again. The woman

Garrett stopped dead in his tracks, holding out his hand in front of Megan’s tiny head, so she would stop as well. He looked down at her and put his shaky finger in front of his closed mouth. Suddenly, a creature came from the back of an alley way and starting charging toward Garrett and Megan. Garrett quickly reached in his black backpack and pulled out a rustic, wooden crossbow that he had taken from the closet, the night before. He aimed and shot it in the head. The creature backed up and collapsed, it flinched a little, then it stopped, not moving a muscle nor an

Two months later, she stood inside a small shack with a frown on her angelic face. The dress she wore was two sizes to small. It clung to her curvy toned frame like a glove, and caused her large breasts to nearly spill out over the top. Letting an angry sigh escape her pale pink lips, she placed her leg on the edge of the wooden chair causing her pale leg to appear. Slipping a small sharp dagger into her boot, she reached for her cloak, tossed it over her shoulders, and then stepped out into the world beyond.

It seemed as if both were aimed at one eye each, ready to pierce her skull completely. But then they swished past her, missing her by a hair’s breadth, only grazing either ear and with an audible thudding sound, they hit the targets nailed upon two trees behind her. The two may not have hit the bull’s eye like the first one, but they were lodged into the target boards.

Four of them, one of her. Each too big for her to dream of taking on physically, and she hadn't thought to take a knife from the diner. Her wide blue eyes shifted quickly to one of them, then another, unable to focus on a single assailant. Terror gripped her heart, but she tried her damnedest not to let on that they rattled her. The big one lunged at her, and though her hands flew up in defense of her face, a vestige of living with a man that liked to talk with his fists, her feet remained planted firmly on the ground.

So, as she flys forward to attack once more, I throw my hands up creating spikes of darkness. The darkness pushes through the light solidifying around me. The Winged One has no time to stop or slow so she flies forward to the spikes protecting. One of them stabs straight through her left wing. The woman lets out a bloodcurdling cry then is as limp as a rag doll.

“Fears are stories we tell ourselves,” ~Unknown. It was a peaceful, sunny afternoon during the weekend, when I was on my way to my friend’s house. During the time there had been a rumor going around that people were dressing up as extremely creepy clowns and petrifying nearby people. When I found out the news I felt a shiver going up my spine and I could see others around me feeling the same way at the thought of clowns coming to Scarborough, Maine and scaring us. I already hadn’t liked clowns one bit and this story only made me more afraid of them. Earlier, people in my school were talking about the clown mishaps and were wondering if they were coming to Scarborough. Soon after some of my teachers were even starting to get anxious. There had been news reports so everyone knew it was true, clowns were popping up everywhere.

Fear is a feeling induced by experience, perceived danger, or watching a frightening traumatic accident. The fear responses arise from the perception of danger and ultimately a change in behaviour, such as fleeing, or hiding or from perceived traumatic events. Every person has fears and different fears may be different adaptations that have been useful in our evolutionary past. I have fears too, and sometime, I feel embarrassed to intersperse my fear with others.

Without the human aware he was behind her, he grabbed her from behind. She shrieked like a banshee and thrashed her arms and legs. The Finman used his fist to

Clenching her jaw,she stood up,grabbing her sword. Upstairs,they were able to get the queen out from her temporary prison. A door slamming. Turning,there were at least twenty guards,along with Loghain’s lieutenant,Ser

The two bullets melted into a single hunk of flat, rough-edged steel. I took off my covers and ran to her side as she cowered slightly in fright. I tossed her muffs aside and watched as Damon ran over and threw another soldier to the ground in fury, beginning to viciously beat him with the barrel of the gun.

Most people have rational fears. I have both rational and irrational fears. The one that sticks out to me the most is the fear of drowning. That pit in your stomach when driving over a bridge. That you need to unlock the doors just incase you are in an accident. The need to be able to escape. That is just one of the many emotions I feel about water.