Today's "writing prompt" from the Writer's Digest web page. Write a few paragraphs of your own and leave them in the comments, or leave a link to them.
Due to the raven that follows him wherever he goes, a young man is convinced that something terrible is about to happen.
I've been followed by fear. It's hovering there, just behind my shoulders. Take a quick look back and it seems to be gone, fearful itself of being seen. But it's there, hovering. Fear of failure, of being seen, of not being seen. Of moving too fast, of going too slow.
Run fast enough and I leave it behind. Laugh out loud and it's banished. Tickle a kid and it's gone for hours. Or sit and hold ice cubes in one hand, eyes closed tight, and concentrate on the freezing pain. Mysteriously, the fear evaporates.
Fear is hovering, but the only terrible things that happen are, well, because of it. Fear breeds fear. Walk away from it and it's effects are impotent. Turn on the light and the shadows are evaporate. Look around with eyes wide open and say out loud: It's OK to be afraid, but it doesn't look scary right now.