It was just a boy named Bart and his mother in the house. His father had left them along time ago when Bart was a tiny infant. Bart was supposed to be the man of the house, he took care of all the "manly" duties.
Sitting around the dinner table one evening his mother asked him to shut all the doors and lock them at once, for she has fear.
Bart looking puzzled asked his mother, "what is fear?"
Her answer was simple, "When one is afraid".
Not understanding Bart went out on a quest for this thing called "fear", he was not sure what he was looking for but knew he had to find it before he made it back to his mother.
The first thing Bart stumbled upon was a group of older kids from his school, the leader of the group came up to him asking what he was doing coming into their territory. Then Bart explains, "Im looking for fear, where can I find it?".
The leader tells him to find the closest cemetery and to do the ghost dance, if he sees anyone to run as fast as he could because they were there to take his life.
Bart then left practicing the ghost dance the leader showed him, once he arrived at the cemetery he picked a spot and started dancing. A ghost appeared from the ground of one of the memorials, Bart remembered in his head he was supposed to run but the woman looked so nice. After speaking to Bart for a few minutes the ghost went back to its original place leaving him standing there not sure of what happened.
Everyone in the group was curious as to why Bart came strolling back so slowly instead of running, because if he did the ghost dance there was no way a ghost did not appear. The leader asked, "did you find the fear?" Bart answered "no, but I met a nice friend instead".
Stumped the leader told Bart about an abandon building, and he surely could find fear there.
Following the leaders instructions, Bart went into the building expecting to find fear and instead found a girl named Lanie. Lanie was trying to reach her screeching toy on the top shelf, and asked Bart if she could use his shoulders.
Bart agreed and Lanie made her way on to his shoulders, she could not reach the toy so she pressed harder and harder into Barts neck making it almost impossible for him to breathe. The girl got the toy to stop making that horrid noise and jumped down from Bart throwing him on the ground, and she ran away with nothing left to say.
Going back to the group, Bart thought there was nothing out of the ordinary in that they must have something else. But the group was stumped, they thought surely not being able to breathe and almost losing his life he would have the fear but into him.
Not finding fear through the task the older group told him, Bart decided he would go home for the night to see if he could think of any ideas.
The path home was dark, but Bart was used to this he walked home in the dark almost every night. No one ever in sight it was peaceful, he never heard a sound so had a lot of time to think to himself. This night was no different complete silence, then all the sudden BAM! someone jumps out from behind the trees, and scares Bart.
His exact words were "YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUTTA ME!!"
Come to find out it was just one of the older boys from the group, he knew something could scare Bart he just wasn't sure yet.
Bart wasn't easily scared especially by things that were supposed to be scary, but if it happened so fast Bart couldn't think about it then it scared him. The older boy then explained to Bart, having your heart race or stop at any moment is fear. That is how you feel when fear is around.
Author's Note:
My story was based off the original story of Fear, which is from Turkish Fairy Tales. I took only part of this story and made it my own, instead of taking the whole lesson front this story. The boys mother said she fears something, and the boy was unsure of what fear was so he went out looking for it. The boy could not find fear no matter what he did, he went through some of the scariest and life threatening things and never had the fear put in him. Then the littlest thing at the end of the story put the fear in the boy. What I did was make the story shorter, and took out the maidens and the king from the original story. I made it when fewer characters, with the same story line.
Bibliography:
"Fear", by Ignacz Kuno's, from Forty-Four Turkish Fairy Tales. Website:UnTextbook
Hi Baylee,
ReplyDeleteOkay that was really funny here I am reading this story and then this kid yell "YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUTTA ME!!" i did not see that coming. I like what you did whit this story I think you did a good job describing things that could have been scary but because Bart took his time and thought about them they were no longer scary to him. I also like how the place where is was comfortable is the place that he got scared. good job and i look forward to reading more of your story's
Hello Baylee,
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed your story. You took a part of a story and constructed it to discuss what fear truly was. I really like the picture that you paint with this story. I never really thought about what fear was, but I like your definition of it. I can definitely say that when I have time to rationalize and interpret something that should be fearful I don't fear it. However, when a ghost or Chucky pops-up out of nowhere in a scary movie, it does cause me to jolt!
Hey Baylee,
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed reading this story and it really kept my attention. I like the way you constructed this with the broken up paragraphs because it was really easy to follow and keep reading. Also, the way you used less characters and made the story more modern and easy to relate to was a great way to rewrite this tale. The image you added helped me picture the scene so I could follow along with the story even better.
Great job!
Oh, hey, I remember this story! You did a really great job of getting the spirit of it to come through in your own telling of it. I like how he goes through these scary things unafraid, and yet something pretty mundane is what finally scares him. Well, not *mundane* - a dark forest path is scary in its own right. This was just really well done.
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