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had shifty eyes. Unease niggled
You seem ... unsettled." Was "unsettled" another word for horny enough to climb the walls? Because if so, then yes, I was most definitely unsettled.
I was too weird, even for the weirdos.
Then we all sat around; we were supposed to be awed. I was brattishly unawed.
For an instant I was dumbfounded.
I was more scared than I let on, but that was nothing new.
incredulous. Miss
Every day I do something that freaks me out.
Go inside the house. I was frightened,
Our bodies made us shiver in fear and disgust. We looked in the mirror and prepared ourselves to be horrified.
I was somewhere between angry and turned-on.
The second time, I had a freakin' vampire at my back." I froze. Oh shit. "No offense, Mr. Moreau," I quickly added.
"None taken, Agent Fraser. During the course of my lengthy life, I have been called many things, but 'freakin' has never been one of them. I'll consider it a novelty.
I thought I was mad, but I also thought I was really turned-on.
The first time I went out under the spotlight, I was proper freaked out.
I am all astonishment.
And Kim could sense that I was freaking out. Because I said, looking freaked out, The idea of doing that freaks me out.
I was about to run, possibly fight, definitely scream ...
He was flabbergasted. That was the best word. His flabber had been thoroughly gasted.
I was like I was in science class: I was curious.
I was dead inside.
I hate to disappoint, but I just lay there, curled in a ball, shaking in pure terror.
It is a great moment in every freak's life when he or she finds out that at least they are not the only one.
Of all the people in the crowded six hundred fifty-capacity gymnasium, I was the one to hit his radar. I had no idea how to deal with the attention. So, I pretty much functioned in freak mode.
I was frozen. I wanted
I was turning into a pervert.
I panicked.
I farted.
I shrieked in humiliation.
Window. I felt anxious and
I came, I saw, I was confused.
I'm stunned by the sight of him. No, floored. My knees actually feel weak, and I dig my heels down into the grass to try and keep upright.
There are times when phrases such as 'totally astonished' just don't do the job. I am, of course, delighted and honoured and, needless to say, flabbergasted.
Confused and unable to help, my hair went into panic mode.
I was stunned with outrage.
When you focus on details like this - close up, really clear, totally useless - you know you're in shock
Blind and naked as an unearthed mole, uncomprehending.
The boy I just kissed is talking to my father. The boy I want to kiss again is waiting for my mother to serve
pancakes.
I must fight the urge to freak.
I swung my head around and
The look on his face frightened me terribly, but at the same time I was pleased not to be alone any more.
I felt frighteningly unbridled.
I'm a freak in the fondest way possible.
Hello, freaky peoples!
Being freaked out doesn't mean you can fix what you perceive to be the problem.
I'm a little bit in shock, to tell you the truth.
That look. Little bit hungry. Little bit scared.
I gaped at her before turning to gape at the rest of my family. Gaping seemed like the only real answer. If they were going to have to identify my body by my dental records, I was going to make sure they all got a good look at my teeth.
Hey Nash! You scared?'
'Terrified,mortified,petrified...stupefied by you!
'I froze. Like an idiot I froze. He was staring right at me. ( ... ) He wore an innocent and mesmerizing smile directed right at me. I did my best to ignore it but having a gorgeously naked man staring at me like I was the only girl in the world was impossible to brush off.
The sheer, ensorcelled panic of feeling moved.
I was able to get a few words out that Scott Peterson was the Scott Peterson that had a missing, pregnant wife and ... I just shook. They said I was there probably like an hour and it just seemed like a moment ... I couldn't stop shaking. So I was, I guess, in shock.
I'm all amazed, befuddled, and beflustered!
I scared Stephen King.
Stark raving mad.
Irrepressible curiosity vied with an instinctive fear.
Yeah, the only thing I'm sure of right now is that I'm about to fucking freak.
We all three were struck with the kind of horror that makes you want to dig a hole, jump in, and pull the hole in after you.
Both of us are justifiably disturbed by this development, though it has provided a new avenue of exploration as to why the fuck both of us are so deeply weird.
A shiver ran through me. Freaks looked almost human
and weren't. They had lesions on their skin, razor-sharp teeth, and claws instead of fingernails. I'd heard you could detect them by smell, though in the tunnels, that could be hard.
I was mortified. I molested The Regis.
How do you feel?'
Scared,' she said. 'Really scared.'
But you don't look it.'
I feel I'm shivering inside.
Curiosity shivered up my spine.
cry so strange that it frightened him.
As a kid, I felt really weird.
I'm dumbfounded, but nothing surprises me in this game.
Kyle must have seen my panic, because when I looked up at him again, his jacket and shirt were off and he was handing me his shirt. The sight of him with no shirt on hit me. Holy hell, what was he doing?
I batted my eyelashes and did my best to appear dumb as a board
I looked like a ghost. And I should know. I've seen a few.
Someone was looking at me, a disturbing sensation if you're dead.
I was looking at a ghost, a shell, a stranger.
I'm a creep. I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here.
There was awe, and there was also incredulity - sheer disbelief that the dead Moon, of all worlds, could have sprung this fantastic surprise.
I called Vee. "How are you doing?" I asked. "Good. How are you?" "Good." Silence. "Okay," Vee said in a rush, "I am still totally freaked out. You?" "Totally.
If you were a freak as a kid, you're an interesting adult.
Wary, as if surrounded by strangers.
I threw my head back and screamed bloody murder, completely fed up with everyone in my life.
I was lost. Lost in him. Lost in the moment. Lost in happiness. "Kade. Kade? Where the hell are you man?" a voice yelled from the outside area.
I'm confused. Really, really confused.
In the span of a few seconds, my mind had traversed the extremes of human emotion, swinging from terror to exquisite relief and back to terror - entirely on the wings of thought: There's a rat in my bed! Oh, it was only a dream . . . Rat!
All I could do was suck in air through my gaping mouth and pray I wouldn't pass out.
That film 'Memento' creeped me out. I was looking over my back through the whole thing. I get more creeped out than scared and spill popcorn all over the place.
I was moving from worried to scared, and I could see terrified waving at me from just around the next bend in the road.
I was wracked with insecurity.
To tell the truth, I'd scare me too.
The freaky kid was now staring at me with those purple eyes.
Man, I did not like freaky kids.
I was as surprised as a flower that sees for the first time a bee coming towards it
I left the room in a daze, wondering if this was all real-or if I'd finally gone insane from whacking the weasel.
You could do worse than to be amazed.
He gasped in terror at what sounded like a man trying to gargle while fighting off a pack of wolves.
Relearn astonishment.
I had to test a new terror in myself.
We let the weirdness in.
Alarmed, I looked at him, then the road, then at him again.
I closed my eyes and resigned myself to the fact that my boyfriend was a pervert. He was lucky he was so cute.
And saw Nosy and I flee.
I like the word bewilderment because it has both be and wild in it.
Takin' out my freak tonight
I couldn't believe it. It was unbelievable, that's why. My face was like a frozen fish finger. All rigid and pale. (But obviously not with breadcrumbs on it.)
That's called terror. Its confusion and a little paranoia and a nice big dose of panic.
When I saw the plane, I was absolutely astonished! Two emotions crashed over me: surging joy and crazy fear.
eternally scared
I wanted to call you, but I find myself feeling ... awkward when it comes to you."
"'Awkward' is the word du jour," I agreed. "So, I make you nervous?"
"Not quite nervous," he said. "Just unsettled."
I wriggled my eyebrows and inched a little closer to him. "Unsettled, that's even better.
I still get weirded out when people recognise me.