The FearA Story by LaineyBeetleIn order to declare my sanity I must first at least ackowledge the possibility that I could be crazy!Her fingers trembled above the keys, poised and ready for the attack. The words, however were not forthright in flowing down to their tips and so there they hovered in nervous anticipation.
She could feel her heart beginning to pound away like a tribal drum inside her chest; her breath felt tight inside her throat. There were so many things she wanted to say, yearned to confess, and yet it had been so long since she had indulged her thoughts in the written word that she felt verbally paralysed.
Four or five years had passed in which she had virtually sleepwalked through life. It was as if her soul had gone into hibernation and her body had slipped into automatic cruise control while she drifted in and out of the days and months and eventually years. She wasn't exactly sure what it was that had awoken her from this slumber and replaced the vast nothingness with a newfound passion and the burning desire to write.
A strange sense of fragility washed over her as she prepared to offer herself up for critique. The idea of sharing her most intimate thoughts with the world felt like falling in love for the first time - a mixture of both fear and excitement was building up like adrenalin - ready to boil over. Like a lamb to the slaughter she remembered just how easily she could be broken and wondered how she would cope if it all fell through?
There were so many questions racing about in her mind - too many at once - all fighting for a voice to be heard. It had been so long - would she still be able to communicate as effectively as she once could? Would her audience connect with her words? Could she inspire them even? And if she failed?...
There was no room for failure.
She suddenly remembered that she must remain confident if she was serious about acheiving her goals and so she laughed to herself and hushed all of her insecurities, asking them to be patient for at least a little while.
The hardest part is getting started she reminded herself.
She tried to imagine a silver path running from her head to her heart and then to her finger tips. There were cracks in the pavement but she refused to let them get in her way. Mentally, she filled all of the gaps - one by one - until the path was no longer broken and there was just one fluid stretch connecting her mind, body and spirit.
As if by magic she began to feel the touch of the cool, hard keys as the words began to flow like a river - twisting and tumbling over rises and around bends - impatiently travelling towards the wide, open ocean. The sound of the tapping was like a beautiful melody to her hungry ears and they savoured every bite.
The hardest part is getting started...
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15 Reviews Added on June 9, 2009 Last Updated on June 10, 2009 AuthorLaineyBeetleAustraliaAboutI have always been passionate about writing. When I was in primary school and high school I even won a few writing competitions and attended workshops where I was lucky enough to meet some wonderful A.. more..Writing
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