Thursday, 31 May 2012


“Fear is a distressing negative sensation induced by a perceived threat. It is a basic survival mechanism occurring in response to a specific stimulus, such as pain or the threat of danger.” The new professor droned on. 
The windows shuddered under the wrath of heavy rain and incoming storm. Every now and then streaks of lightening would splash across the sky, followed by thunder which reverberated in the entire school building. A bright Monday morning had suddenly changed into a cataclysmic storm and the last thing we needed was a lecture on fear.
“In short, fear is the ability to recognize danger leading to an urge to confront it or flee from it.”
The class nerd in the front row furiously took notes, giving us a glare now and then – a warning that his notes were his alone. A curly haired girl a few rows away slept soundly, the voice of the professor a lullaby; while another, texted feverishly on her new blackberry. A paper plane hit the front wall-obviously the creative mind of the raucous back benchers at work here. The professor ignored the interlude and continued with his mind-numbing speech. A few moments later another one landed on the professor’s desk receiving a hearty applause from the students. Again the professor preferred to overlook. The kids at the back took this as an opportunity and started throwing all sorts of things at the front wall.
Paper balls. Pencils. One even had the courage to throw his notebook and now that I think of it maybe that’s what really put off the new professor.
“ENOUGH!!” he roared, and as he did so a bright flash of lightening blinded us all. The lights burst in spray of glass. The classroom was now in entire darkness. Kids shrieked and tried to get out of the room. The doors slammed shut bearing the weight of fifty pounding fists.
Another flash of lightening illuminated the room permitting us a glance of the surroundings. What we saw made us gasp with horror. The place where the professor had stood only moments ago was now splashed with blood and a single head- yes a head! - adorned the table. It went without saying it was the kid’s who threw the notebook.  
“In extreme situations fear might result in paralysis, freezing you on the spot.” The voice boomed with a ghastly fervor.
The light faded and once again were alone, engulfed in darkness.


  1. So glad I'm not at school any more. That was brilliant :)

    1. Thanks! can be a real KILLER sometimes haha

  2. My sentiments exactly, I am so glad I'm not in school anymore!
    Love this story!!

    1. Haha thanks! I'm still is school though, so wish me luck! ;)

  3. I laughed at the class nerd part.... (/*O*/)
    This story is so deliciously dark.

    1. Thanks! The class nerd part made be giggle when I wrote it....somethings never change, do they?


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