這系列內容都是我從網路上蒐集的喔，寫作時常常不知道如何表達和描寫時很實用，可以背起來用或是拿來參考、把描寫的方式和技巧學起來。（很多是來自descriptionari.com唷）
Nervous / Anxious:
Just stepping on the stage makes my breathing rapid and shallow. I can feel my pulse pounding in my temples. It's a relief to get to my chair because between the heels and my legs shaking, I'm afraid I'll trip.
He pushed the breakfast away. With butterflies in his stomach and his head buzzing with possibilities, there was no way on Earth he'd swallow a bite, let alone a whole plateful.
Suddenly all my preparations flee my mind like scared children, my brain feels full of static like an old television set that's lost the signal. I stop. Part of me is screaming to turn around, but I know my future is in there...
Finally the day I've dreading is here and I can't halt the dawn ebbing its gradual way into daylight. Everything hinges on what I do at noon, and once done it can never be undone. I can't think straight this morning, I put my knife in the wrong pocket and then panicked when I couldn't find it.
My stomach shifts uneasily and I notice that the hands that I am hugging myself with are pinching into my skin. I release my hands but then I can't figure out what to do with them, so instead they clasp and unclasp each other as if in constant need of touch and reassurance.
Another quick glance at the luminous digital clock of the oven only seemed to confirm that time was slowing down, her stomach knotted up.
Her nails were already bitten down to the quick. She nibbled at their frayed, form edges like a famished mouse.
Cold sweat glistened on his furrowed brow. With hands clasped tightly in front of his stomach, he constantly fiddled with his knuckles, weaving his fingers in and out of each other.
Like hail on a glass pane, the drumming of her fingers was as relentless as it was loud. Each click of the french polished nails on the table echoed the tumultuous thudding of her heartbeat. Her face, rigid with tension, belied her youthfulness, she seemed to have aged a decade in the past few hours.
She clenches her fists tightly until her nails dig into the palm of her hand, but she barely notices.
The only thing she is really aware of is the sound of her heart throbbing against the cage of her chest.
Her smoky eyes began to glint like the aftermath of a lightning strike. Clouds of grey threatened to flood, but she took a shuddering breath and gathered her strength.
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