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'Write about your fear, but don't say what it is'
Creative Writing Prompt

Submitted: October 16, 2014

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Submitted: October 16, 2014



Creative Writing


I have been the laughing stock of my family for years. I am the child whose night terrors are brushed off with a single whip. I am the child who is left trembling and shaking; alert and aware at the ungodly hours of the morning; the child who fears the sun sinking away into the horizon, leaving behind a brisk air of unsettling tremors. I am weary and fragile, hiding in my bed sheets that stutter with fear. 

I often imagine in the dark hours of the night how it would occur. Would it be discovered, and those who are riddled shot and killed before anyone new? Or would it seep slowly into our towns? Will we be ready? Will we all turn mad and ravenous and uncontrollable? 

Ever since the fear came, I have been ready. I lock up the house before dreaded sleep and I make sure my family are close and safe inside the confinements of this brick fortress. Sometimes, I even hide a butcher's knife under my pillow; if it happens, I will be ready to save myself and my unsuspecting family.

My family always wonders why my eyes carry bags like stained black ink.  

They don't know how strong a human’s imagination can be when the fright has sunk deep into their tired bones.  They don't know what it's like to have your heart resemble a deer in headlights when you hear even the slightest shout from outside. They don't know what it's like to have your stomach curl disgustingly when the image of corpse blue skin and maddening eyes appears in your mind.

They don't know what it's like to constantly carry that deeply rooted anxiety every waking moment. 
My friends always ask why I trudge like the creatures I fear most.

I don't remember a time where I was stable. I don't remember a minute in which I thought about mediocre things such as grades and chores when every single fibre of me wants to disband instead of ever facing this devastating possibility. 

I am too scared to sleep most nights. I am too self-conscious to eat. 

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