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Your greatest fear
I like the horror genre, because it's a safe way to explore our anxieties. Ghost stories allow children to receive relief from the things that frighten them, just as watching horror movies can help adults work through our fears; from the mundane (being unable to pay our bills) to the truly terrifying (being stalked by a killer). Both are real possibilities, although one is much, much more likely than the other. The purpose of this exercise is to explore one of your greatest fears by writing about it. Maybe not everyone will feel the same sense of relief I get from writing about mine. But I hypothesize that many writers feel about it like I do.
Ended November 1, 2018 • 1 Entry • Created by Catethulhu
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Your greatest fear
I like the horror genre, because it's a safe way to explore our anxieties. Ghost stories allow children to receive relief from the things that frighten them, just as watching horror movies can help adults work through our fears; from the mundane (being unable to pay our bills) to the truly terrifying (being stalked by a killer). Both are real possibilities, although one is much, much more likely than the other. The purpose of this exercise is to explore one of your greatest fears by writing about it. Maybe not everyone will feel the same sense of relief I get from writing about mine. But I hypothesize that many writers feel about it like I do.
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2Bamboopanda in Horror & Thriller
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Endless Cycle

The possibility is always there

Will they argue again?

Every day, I wonder

Deep down, a jumble of anxiety rests

Churning, tumbling, latching on to every bit of negativity

It grows, adding layer after jagged later

It washes through my body, draining all that I have

I hear it again,

The screaming, the yelling, the sound of glass shattering

The noises collide in my brain, forming into a cacophony of fear

My mind threatens to implode

The battle continues, sapping all traces of color away

It leaves me a husk of my former self

Barely able to recognize the face in the mirror

Desperately, I want it to end

But alas, the arguing goes on

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