“A Life Lived in Fear is a Life Half Lived.” – Baz Lurhmann

Haven of Chaos

“Fear” posts are never something I thought I’d ever write about, much less as a blog post. Conveniently; I’ve written two. If you haven’t already read through my first one, there’s still time to do that. It’s right here.

Why am I writing a second? Well, funny you should ask. This post is in response to Amanda’s second blog challenge. In the first portion, we were asked to list five things that we are afraid might happen to us. For the second part, we are supposed to select one and write a story about it. In honor of the challenge, I chose new fears that I haven’t mentioned previously. Turns out, I’m kind of a chicken. So without further ado, my list.

Part One.

{1.} Getting into trouble.
{2.} Being forgotten or replaced.
{3.} Losing all of the people that I love.
{4.) Working until the day I die…

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Blog Prompt #2 – Fears and Darkness

Gianna Robbin Writes


Prompt #2: Make a list of five things you’re afraid of happening to you. Then write a story in which one of them happens to your character.

So the lovely Amanda has posted her 2nd prompt challenge. I had some difficulty with this one. I don’t have a huge list of things I’m afraid of, but finally, I came up with my list of 5.

The story was another challenge. I thought I had settled on another installment of my previous challenge story, but what I ended up with is very different. This lovely little story came out of a Prompt Night on one of the Discord writer servers I’m on. 

I hope you enjoy! 

I chose to use #5 on my list of fears: 

5. Losing use/control of my body.


Pushing her way through the brush, Marni sighed and hissed when a branch escaped her gasp and…

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Blog Challenge Two

Writing Kennel

Prompt #2: Make a list of five things you’re afraid of happening to you. Then write a story in which one of them happens to your character.

  1. [Hella redacted]
  2. [Mega Redacted]
  3. [Holy Super Ghost Dragon Redacted]
  4. [Redacted]
  5. Learning my purpose after I’m dead.

I’m picking number five.


There are those that say they want to die surrounded by loved ones and in the comfort of their own bed. I say piss on them! I. Eldarn, wanted to die with my claws digging into a human’s neck and my snout covered in the blood of their children. I didn’t expect to die like this thought, my own brothers placed the noose around my neck.

I could only see the sight of my children staring on in horror as the humans look on in almost gleeful excitement. I can’t blame them though, I’ve done far worse to their kind for fun…

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Attack on Osthelm

I love this story! So creative!

Plot Bunny Whack-a-mole

The second challenge prompt is getting a little more personal for extra practice with drawing on our own thoughts and emotions. I’m pleased that I managed to find a way to turn this into a fantasy story, rather than letting my fears drag everything down. I chose my fear of losing my cat (when you’re alone, the companionship of your pet becomes almost codependency) and turned it into a story about characters I haven’t thought about in years.

​Prompt #2: Make a list of five things you’re afraid of happening to you. Then write a story in which one of them happens to your character.

The discussion about what to do about the hostile army now only separated from them by one rocky pass through the mountains was cut abruptly short when Veronica let out a shriek and fainted. Only her four comrades-in-arms moved, all rushing to her but not…

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My Writing Challenge: Prompt Response #1

Author Amanda McCormick


I guess I should probably get to posting my own response for this blog challenge #1, shouldn’t I? The prompt was to write a story including the following three elements: A stolen ring, a fear of spiders, and a sinister stranger. So… let’s get to it then, shall we?

–WARNING: Mature Rating–

“You shouldn’t have taken it, Kaleigh!” My voice was damn near an octave higher than usual, and I could hear the fear tremoring through the tone in nearly palpable waves. I knew it was stupid — legends were just that, stories that had no proof of truth. Maybe I was superstitious, or maybe I was smart. I wasn’t sure — but my girlfriend was looking at the ring that she’d snatched with reverence in her eyes. The stone was almost garnet, but the color was even deeper than that.

It almost swirled red like blood. From the moment that I’d seen…

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