"If people are good only because they fear punishment, and hope for reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed".
- Albert Einstein
"If you look into your own heart, and you find nothing wrong there, what is there to worry about? What is there to fear?"
- Confucius
Thinking Process :
The only real fear, is fear itself. Fear is what our brains create in order to avoid the painful truth of everyday reality. Fear can have many meanings, each its own to each person. Fear can be an object, like spiders or needles. Or can be the outcome of a certain event, such as presenting in front of a large group of people or heights, fearing you will fall and die. Fear is an emotional and a physical problem that each person holds deep within their minds and beings. Fear does not go away for most, it is forever living inside of them for their entire life. Though, some do over come fear by confronting it. Fearing, causes us to stall and stay where we are. Fear is what prevents us from moving forward, achieving our dreams and goals. Much like the Journey, there are always conflicts that slow the character from achieving their goal.
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Rough Draft :
The clock ticks as she stares blankly at the wall, its pendulum sounds faded and forgotten, it won't reach her ears. Foot taps on the floor, her entire leg begins to shake with anticipation and anxiety. Then, fingers start to tap at the table top, nails clicking at its' wooden surface. She swallows, saliva thick and dry in her throat, she wonders if someone would hear it. No one would though, because she was completely and utterly alone.
A clap of lightning sounds in the distance, though it was all too loud for her ears. She whimpers, throwing her body from the chair, the table, landing in a heap on the floor. Hands move to her head, covering it, blocking the horrific sound that rang and boomed through the room. It echoed off the walls, it rang continuously through her head. She could not stop it, it laughed and taunted her. This form of reality was unfair, unwanted and troublesome.
Breath coming out heavy now, she shakes, her eyes darting left and right, up and down. Her pupils are constricted now, hues of blue now closed tight. Her mind is now beyond that of reality, a jumbled mix that disallowed her brain of thought. A flash of light leaked through the shaking window, Maya now felt like a deer in headlights.
Gathering herself, she crawled slowly from the floor, her movements slow and cautious. Heart thumping in her chest, her breaths raspey and shallow. She could feel herself grow weak, another black out was to come, she was going to faint. Black dots gathered on the edge of her vision, fear was consuming her from the inside out, her body could not, and would not take anymore.
Staggering as she moved onto her hands and knees, her vision blurred like a merry-go-round, the objects and room around her nothing more than a blur. Her consciousness was becoming devoured by darkness, like she was being buried in a deep hole under the earth. Time began to slow, everything seemed to lag in time of reality, her breath came out slower, her mind still spinning endlessly.
Someone clears their throat behind her, her gaze shifting over her shoulder to look upon whomever made the noise. A man sat behind her. His hair was a mess, almost like he had just walked out of bed, streaks of age wove through the dark coloring of his hair. His visage was aged as well, slight wrinkles under his eyes and across his forehead conveyed to her that he was around the age of forty.
Clearing his throat once more, he licked his lips, a trail of saliva moistening the dryness. His lips parted as the following word brought her back to reality, "Cut!"
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