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Describing scared creative writing

being scared – quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing

Being scared is normal and natural, an appropriate response to a situation that feels threatening. I’d be more concerned if you weren’t.

Being scared is a tough, tough emotion. Surviving it will make you stronger, though a sane person such as yourself would of course avoid it if there was any other option. You path is onwards through those challenges. I wish it could be easier, but it’s not. Love yourself. Remember that you are loved. From there will come your strength and the light of victory ahead.

Being scared and hiding are different things. I can be scared and stand my ground. I can be scared and still think clearly – with logic, heart and self control. This is how you become a real alpha. This is how you become a good leader.

I keep trying to dial the fun and playful me but she won’t pick up the phone. why is that? Oh yeah. I’m scared; time to figure out what’s going on, for real this time, no comforting self delusions.

I know I’m scared when those old fears run through my head, when I hear the taunting laughter of years past, when I was a skinny kid and punchline of teenage jokes. I know I’m scared when these bad memories cut loose their chains and invade my confidence, eroding the person I have built since those dark days. The fear comes most when I’m tired and flees in the nighttime, vanquished by the time I awake. So when my thoughts tumble into that abyss and the rope ladders burn, I put down my phone, turn off my computer too, and curl up where it’s dark and warm. For my dreams are my helicopter, my dream-self is the pilot, and she’s waiting to take me out of here the moment I let it all go.

Listen to your intuition, being scared can be an informative emotion. It may be right to run or hide, it may be right to stand up tall and be brave, these are amongst the toughest choices we ever make.

Fear is as ubiquitous as sunlight on these cracked streets. There are the marks that cower in their homes, terrified of the gang violence and kerosene bombs. There are the young inductees who’s only experience wielding knives is spreading cheap margarine, rejecting the mamas they need, keeping secrets that kill them a slice at a time. There are the leaders who watch for the end they know must come, who in their lifestyle grows old? It is the fear of the prey or the fear of the street soldier, the arena ever changing for both yet forming a prison. Being scared is so normal, so inescapable, that it is ignored by the majority and crumbling is pilloried as a weakness. The strange thing is that the rare ones who get out fall apart anyway, as if the sudden release of pressure did more harm than good. Not me though, I’m gonna be different.


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How do I describe…Afraid/Scared


I steady my breath and try to calm the panic
He was paralyzed to the spot, the menacing aura holding him in a tightening grip.
Fear became a tangible, living force that crept over me like some hungry beast, immobilizing me; my brain, holding me captive.
I took two small steps backward.
Terror sucked the very breath from her mouth
Pulse beating in his ears, blocking out all other sound
Terror washed over her, raising the fine hairs on the back of her neck.
Heart pounding in her ears, she tried to scream.
The sudden shock making her tense her muscles.
I wanted to run for safety, but my feet would not allow me to do so
I was not frightened nor was I was afraid. What I felt was beyond such mere nouns.
He heard a high pitched scream; he didn’t realize it was his own until much later.


The color quickly drained from his face.
A cold wave embalmed him as the hairs rose on the back of his neck and his mouth ran dry.
Sweat poured down my body as I stayed still as possible.
I opened my mouth but no scream came
I whimpered and my legs collapsed underneath me.
My teeth chattered in fear
He slid down the door, bringing his knees up to his chest
Stood there for what looked like hours.
I put my hand over my mouth to stifle a scream


He could no longer control his hands; they were shaking in an odd trembling rhythm
A feeling of dread crept up from the pit of his stomach
My heart was throbbing in my ears, loud and irregular, but I barely heard it, for my mind was clouded with fear.
Fear cripples me, freezing every muscle of my body
My heart froze and my stomach turned icy
Feeling as though something has walked through me and left me numb shaking
I tried not to breath but I knew it was impossible.
I could feel the flight responses kick in, increasing my heart rate, flooding me with added adrenaline
The beast holding me captive took control of my entire being.
Shadows and echoes play on his senses warping shapes and sounds


She stood for a couple seconds, her stomach churning, her eyes closed. She wanted to be suddenly small and to crawl into someone’s lap
Clung to his arm
He ushered his dark eyes shut
Part of me wanted to run, yet I knew that I hadn’t come this far too flee just yet
I couldn’t scream. I could only open my mouth to find that even words had deserted me.
I hadn’t noticed the goose bumps creeping on my arms until now
She was very scared, hardly breathing at all
Immediately she shuffled away from him
Hot wet fluid is dribbling down my legs, a bastion of warm comfort in a moment of primal terror.
The fear seemed to rise behind his eyes.
I could feel my bowels loosen as my bladder reacted freely to the all engulfing fear.
My life flashed before my eyes.
Every muscle in my body screamed at me to flee, but I remained frozen.
My breath quickened and I used every muscle in my body to stifle a whimper.
Heart began to hammer against my chest
There was a bitter taste in the back of my mouth that I couldn’t seem to get rid of
In my terrified mind every breath of wind was as loud as a blood curdling scream.

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