timid

September 10th, 2013 | 93 Entries

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  1. Timid is a word that makes me feel sad. It’s a personality trait that I am very familiar with, and one that has had the potential to limit my success personally and professionally. Fortunately, as I grow older and wiser, I have been able to develop skills necessary to counter this undesirable trait.

    By Colleen URL on 09.10.2013

  2. Shy.

    By michaelbuzz URL on 09.10.2013

  3. The creature looked out at us from it’s hiding place for a long moment, it’s large dark eyes studying us, before it stepped timidly into the sunlight.
    “I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
    “What is it?”
    “It’s hurt.”
    Without looking I reached out, my fingers wrapping around Dennee’s wrist as she moved to pass me. “Not so fast.” I said, my voice low and even. “You’ll make it run.”

    By S.C. Lovelace URL on 09.10.2013

  4. Sie stand inmitten der ganzen Menschen. Dieser Riesen, die auf sie hinab blickten, auf sie, als klitzekleines Würmchen, inmitten so vieler großer Leute. Wichtiger Leute. Sicherlich deutlich wichtiger als sie. Und sie schaute mit großen Augen umher, um etwas zu finden, etwas was sie suchte. Sie wusste bloß nicht, was es war.

    By Deni URL on 09.10.2013

  5. Timid is something some people are they are fraidful ad do not like to be the center of attention or even be talked to the walk back from it. I wonder if I was that timid as a child I was called shy but not really timid there was a child in educare last year th

    By Shellan on 09.10.2013

  6. I looked at him. His small, frightened face. I held out my hand, “I won’t hurt you.” He looked at it, then my face, then timidly took it.

    By Astrid on 09.10.2013

  7. “Miss, I think there’s something under my bed,” the little girl whispers, peering out from under her covers. “Nothing to worry about,” the matron replies. “All the monsters here are too shy to come out.”

    By a URL on 09.10.2013

  8. Feeling particularly sweaty and shaken, I approached the woman with the air of a timid schoolboy. “Buy you a drink?” I asked, hoping I sounded smooth and not terrified. She looked up at me and hesitated for a second, then smiled. “Sure,” she said, then proffered, holding out a hand, “I’m Cynthia.” I had a fleeting panic, remembering my sweaty palms, then took hers and said, “Matt.” A voice suddenly came through my earpiece as we were exchanging these pleasantries, which almost caused me to jump in midair. “Come on, get on with it. We need to get a confession from her, Johnson!” I looked into her brown eyes, wondering if she’d noticed a change in my expression from this intermission. Her expression did not change as she flagged the bartender with one hand. “Two whiskeys please,” she said firmly, then to me, winking, “I’ll get this one.” I couldn’t help but wonder if she already knew my motives, and that I was an agent with the C.I.A. investigating her as an international spy, not a nervous fellow down on his luck with women.

    By C. URL on 09.10.2013

  9. “don’t go.”

    he didn’t turn around, though. as if he didn’t hear the child’s quivering voice, his square shoulders stayed like a towering dark shadow blocking the light. then, he moved away.

    “please.”

    with every timid syllable the child’s words dropped like stones, even in the silent halls after the man was long gone.

    By Sorelliena URL on 09.10.2013

  10. How can I give myself so easily? I am not like the others. I will not throw myself out there, for fear of the harsh slap of rejection. Is it not better to be reserved and take comfort that no one really knows you? There is safety in timidity.

    By D'Ette Marceaux on 09.10.2013

  11. The sky was a light grey as the sun rose, extending from the watery depths to skim the treeline. Each minute brought a bit of the light, but the sun was hesitant on this day, because he didn’t want to wake. He would have been happy to let the moon rule the day sky, for night had grown shorter with the coming of summer. If only he could extend this rising motion to shorten the days, then his shyness would disappear with the arrival of the friendly winter timeshare.

    By Hailey URL on 09.10.2013

  12. I knew this girl once and she used to laugh and cry and giggle, but only when no one was watching. I only witnessed her doing these marvelous things when she wasn’t looking. When I was hidden behind the lens of my camera. And so I captured it, and captured her heart.

    By Alvaz Kaukab on 09.10.2013

  13. Words are always too much or not enough, too few or too many. “Balance is proportions and not opposite,” I said to the Pole in London, late-night drunk and walking to the store for more cider. No, I’m lying. I didn’t say that. I thought it and laughed while stiffly trying to shrug off his hand.

    By reem URL on 09.10.2013

  14. i don’t think that i am a timid person about most things. although there are times that i feel like the whole world will swallow me if i try to do something new. the hardest part was opening muse

    By Momma B URL on 09.10.2013

  15. The problem, maybe, is that both of them are not timid in the slightest.

    They say what they want, when they want, to who they want. They don’t care about feelings and they don’t care about tact. They are too busy being nothing but themselves to apologize for it or bother with any sort of remorse.

    They are undeniably strong.

    They are the harshest kind of beautiful.

    They are the ones who will change the world, whether it be for the better or worse.

    By Maya on 09.10.2013

  16. She walked into the building, head down gazing relentlessly at the linoleum tile floor. To be noticed was the same as being shot. This was high school, she had listened to her sister’s warnings over and over, but now her sister was away at school, so all she could to was live it.

    By Schwab on 09.10.2013

  17. “He’s very timid, isn’t he?”

    We watched him by the window, seeing how he kept to himself in the corner of the daycare center. A small, pink stuffed dinosaur lay on its back beside him – plush, big-toed feet pointed up to the ceiling, nowhere to stand or walk on.

    I nodded and looked at the daycare director. “Don’t worry,” I said. “Nothing serious – he’s just introverted. Some day, the kids will understand that.”

    By Belinda Roddie URL on 09.10.2013

  18. Of things beyond beyond my reach.

    By Grace URL on 09.10.2013

  19. I’ve been said I came across a little timid.Untrue.And I’m willing to guess it’s untrue for most timid people you know.Perhaps the world inside their head is just better.Perhaps there is no good reason for coming out of it.Don’t flatter yourself and assume they are afraid of interacting with you, maybe they just don’t see why.

    By debs URL on 09.10.2013

  20. On our journey of dicovery,we must not be timid in our thinking or we soon will become a prisoner of it.

    By A False Terl URL on 09.10.2013

  21. It was no time for fear, no time to shrink away from what must be done. As he stepped into the pass, he cringed for a moment at the anticipation of the crushing pain that awaited him.

    By Chris Clow URL on 09.10.2013

  22. I get very timid a lot of times. I have been shy my whole life and being timid is a characteristic that shy people have. i’m scared of the unknown and people reactions and how I might come off.

    By Andrew Marshall on 09.10.2013

  23. I allow myself a brief glance around the room before returning my gaze to the floor.

    By Cherelle on 09.10.2013

  24. I had become quite the shy faggot now that I didn’t have a gang to back me up. I said yessir and yes mam when I saw older white folk and avoided eye contact because I was afraid to look into their souls and realized they thought so little, if anything, of me. I had a small space in the recesses of my mind where I still stood on a pedestal and I refused to let the belittling glare of white folk bring me down.

    By Ruben URL on 09.10.2013

  25. The crackling of bone crushing bone.
    “Get up.”
    His fingers shakily cups his disfigured cheek. No longer a round mound, but a rocky ground with bloody weeds tearing through the crevices.

    By Helianthus URL on 09.10.2013

  26. I’m terrified of being too shy. I’m terrified that if I don’t speak up, I’m going to lose what we have. Though truthfully, I’m entirely unsure of what exactly it is that we have. I think I love you. Maybe that’s too extreme. But I know that, whatever we are, I don’t want to lose it. Being timid has made me lose things in the past, but being courageous has ended just as poorly.

    By Alexis on 09.10.2013

  27. She was a small girl, slight and not very strong. Timid. She used to start at the sight of her own shadow, and once when he had accidentally let the door slam, she nearly jumped out of her skin in fright. But her eyes sparkled in a way that led him to believe she was much more capable than anyone could guess.

    By WearyWater URL on 09.10.2013

  28. There are mice in here. I hear them twittering shrill and blue, like little knives skittering up and down my wrists, criss cross applesauce. I blink and sniff at them kindly, but they won’t go away. They won’t stop looking at me. That’s the worst; their eyes like flecks of string, peeling and cutting out of line, out of sight. Out of mind.

    By Emilygracevee@gmail.com URL on 09.10.2013

  29. My dog is so timid she shakes and barks like something is attacking her when someone she does not know comes to my house and Knocked on the door.

    By mika on 09.10.2013

  30. Running through the crystal shining night, sliding on the icy patches and catching on thorns and briars she doesn’t think. She doesn’t stop. She only runs faster. At the end of the narrow path there is a chance. If she can make it that far she will have one final chance to show them that she is not timid.

    By Ama Marie URL on 09.10.2013

  31. The wind is a shy soul that comes out in the dark of night. It’s anxious when it sees the sun, sometimes excited when it sees the rain.

    By Denise Watson URL on 09.10.2013

  32. The timid little mouse hid behind the floorboard, peeking out at the comings and goings of the larger and more dominate of its race. Fear, worry, and nervousness were, on par, his normal everyday emotions. His heart would race, the pounding made him wonder if it would leap from his chest, when he would dare to venture out. Putting on a brave and confident facade, so that the carnivores would never be able to guess that he would always just be, a timid little mouse.

    By FairyNiamh on 09.10.2013

  33. Timid. That’s what we all feel sometimes. Someone. Something. Animals. Snakes. Spiders. Rough seas. Hurricanes. Tsumais. Floods. Armed psycopaths. Facing something or someone who can control your life can make you feel timid.

    By Paul Eveleigh on 09.10.2013

  34. She used to be beautiful and large and free. So they took her, and they molded her into something less perfect in order to makes themselves feel taller. Timidity had never been her friend, more a companion that lay in the back of her mind. Yet, in her timidity she found her power, because strength, she learned, was overrated.

    By Rosalia Vanderbilt URL on 09.10.2013

  35. I am timid. I am fearful. I am blind to the beauty of the world. I see only things that could hurt me, things that could make the already constant pain worse. Light, sound, movement, vehicle vibration; these are only some of the triggers. Then there’s the judgement, the looks from others. ‘She looks fine’ ‘She doesn’t look sick’ ‘I bet she’s faking it’ I am timid for good reason.

    By Drivven Wrinth on 09.10.2013

  36. The wind was just as timid as she was, and it did little to cool off the bodies of the burning athletes. Alicia let herself sweat buckets in the rays of heat that made her dizzy and want, more than anything, to be in the air conditioned comfort of her own room in her own house with only her own self to be watching.

    By Tone Deaf The Bard URL on 09.10.2013

  37. I was her echo. The weak imitator. Her splayed arms, wild in conversation I copied with a slight flick. She bellowed, i squeaked, timid always behind.

    By hailey rose URL on 09.10.2013

  38. Timid means being shy. LIke a little kiity, a child, or when you’re in a new place or being around a crush. I’m timid :) But I’m working on it. THE END.

    By jolanta on 09.10.2013

  39. a young child stands on the edge patiently waiting for her chance
    to-break out sprinting in a run for her life as she’ll rushto the playground
    the social top of her childhood
    where she’d meet her long life friends on the swings discussing dolls, her first crush on the silde betting who’d slide down faster and all th memoires that such a structure could carry
    but too bad she will never meet them
    as the young child continues to stand on the edge

    By terry a.m URL on 09.10.2013

  40. I’m amazed that my tall, lanky man-child is full of confidence when he’s with a pack of friends, but downright timid when it comes to talking with an adult if he’s by himself.

    By KelliC URL on 09.10.2013