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I am obsessing over my book draft. To paraphrase a quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald; “I feel like I am swimming under water and holding my breath.” I read and read it but I can’t let it go as finished. #eventide_love : : : : #amwriting #emotionalabuse as #psychologicalthriller #mystory #writingchallenge #gaslighting #hitchcock #davidlynch #creativewritings #blogto #bookshelves #bookquotes #myblog #truestory💯 #lovindublin
‘Dark Star crashes, pouring its light into ashes… Mirror shatters in formless reflections of matter… Shall we go, you and I while we can… Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds…. ‘ : : Eventide Love is my story of emotional abuse as a psychological thriller. : The protagonist relies on mental resources rather than physical strength to overcome his victim. The conflict is played out through mind games, deception, and manipulation, with sustained attempts to demolish the victim’s mental equilibrium. #eventide_love @ptsouros : : #psychologicalabuse #psychologicalthriller #emotionalabuse #blogto #book #mystory #creativewriting #safeireland #amwriting #gaslightingawareness #hitchcock #davidlynch
“At that very first kiss I felt something melt inside me that hurt in an ethereal way. All my longings, all my dreams and sweet anguish, all the secrets that slept deep within my soul came awake. I felt the narcotic sensuality of Maryvn Gaye’s lyrics playing inside my heart in perfect harmony with life.” #eventide_love #emotionalabuse as a #psychologicalthriller : : #amwriting #mystory #psychologicalabuse #creativewriting #hitchcock #davidlynch #relationshipsgoals #badlove #marvyngaye #myquote #publishing #metoo #metoomovement #womenempowerment #ireland🍀
Emotional Abuse as a Psychological Thriller. Link in Bio: : There were many shades in the danger of adventures and gales, most of which were exhilarating and golden. It is only now and then that there appears on the face of facts a sinister violence of intention- that indefinable something which forces it upon the mind and the heart. It is this complication of incidents, or these elemental furies coming at me with a purpose of malice, with a strength beyond control, with an unbridled cruelty. And this means it tears out my hope and passion. MY pain of fatigue and longing for rest targets destruction, annihilates all I can see, known, loved, enjoyed, or hated; all that is priceless and necessary- the sunshine, the memories, the future. My precious world as I knew it sweeps utterly away from my sight, further and further as each day goes by, it’s simply an appalling act of losing my life.” #eventide_love : :: #emotionalabuse as a #psychologicalthriller #artwork🎨 @darren_crowley : : #amwriting #mystory #psychologicalthriller #hitchcock #publishing #psychological #womensaid #lovindublin #blogtobook #lifeblogger #davidlynch #reesewitherspoonbookclub #womenempowerment #emotionalrollercoaster
“As my life unraveled from my relationship with Paul, I wanted people to see the abuse, to believe it, to have faith in me. And more than that, I wanted them to know me. Not the stuff they thought they knew about me. No, the real me. I wanted them to get past the rumors, to see beyond the exposer of the relationship. I needed them to understand the devastation, to cushion the fall without preconception. What I didn't know at that stage is that when Paul messed with my life, he was not messing with one part of my life, he was messing with my entire life. Every thread of my life.” #eventide_love : Emotional Abuse as a Psychological Thriller. #artwork🎨 Flora Borsi : : : #emotionalabuse #psychologicalthriller #mystory #creativewriting #writinginspiration #davidlynch #hitchcock #publishing #bookpublishing #psychological #psychologicalabuse #lovindublin #womensaid #womenempowerment
Eventide Love this is my story. In a speech at Wheaton College, Massachusetts, Carl Sagan spoke of how we humans share 99.6% of our active genes with chimpanzees. He described male chimps as aggressive and female chimps as non-aggressive. When under stress or threatened, male chimps become angry, pick up stones and hold them in their palms to hurl at the target. Female chimps, he tells us, walks up to the angry males, pry open their fingers, removes the stones, and drop them on the ground. I tried to take the stones from his hands; I tried talking, texting, writing, believing, settling, begging, tears and anger. I always tried to be the peacemaker, to give him what he wanted while attempting to maintain some dignity. That was unacceptable to him; he wanted to control the terms completely. His terms harmed me. It carried on. Every time I tried to kill the flame, he would always reignite it. My instinct for survival made me realize that unless he was crushed completely the flame would never go out. #eventide_love ; : : #psychologicalthriller #psychological #thriller #thrillers #amwriting #mystory #myblog #emotionalabuse #hitchcock #davidlynch #blogtobook #writingblog

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Short Story 5 – Eventide/5 – Dying.

Miss Violence - Agnes Cecile

Chris dropped Aliki home from a visit to a psychotherapist. At the session, Chris banded around cliché’s “I love her but I can’t be seen to be a marriage breaker. She needs to do the leaving then in time we can be together publicly. If she were free, we would be together. I love her, but I can’t cope with her. She is amazing; she is crazy.”

As each day passed by her confusion and despair compounded in Chris’s behavior. She felt life ebbing away from her. She desperately wanted peace; she knew she needed him out of her life if she was to survive. She did not have the strength to leave him. The therapist offered to support Aliki in a break up to be there for her. She granted Chris the way out, but he would not take it. He would not let Aliki go. She felt like there was no escape from her tortured mind.

She kicked off her heels before making her way to the bathroom. In her usual habit she did not bother to shut the door, she stripped out of her clothes, refusing to look at her reflection in the mirror above the sink. She ran hot water until the glass steamed. Her mobile rang she went into the bedroom and retrieved it from her bag. It was Chris. She did not answer. She went back into the bathroom. Placing her phone on the ledge, lifting a leg over the side of the tub, she eased her foot into the bath and hissed at the scalding temperature. As she eased into scorching water, the heat arrested her senses; she leaned back and closed her eyes, falling into a trance.

Aliki gingerly touched the bruises at her throat flinching from the memory of Chris’s beautiful hands wrapped around her throat as he thrust deep inside her. He squeezed hard; his jaw clenched, and the veins protruded at his temples. The edges of her vision darkened as blazing flares popped like flashbulbs before her eyes. Her lungs screamed in agony. It felt like the inside of her chest was being scraped with a dull knife.

Then Chris exploded inside her, relaxed his grip just before she lost consciousness and flopped onto her body; he whispered,

“That’s what I love about you, your craziness especially with sex.”

She opened her eyes a shiver running through her body recounting Chris’s words. In front of her is a razor blade. Her mind in conflict as to whether or not to slit her wrists and bleed to death. She flinches as she cuts her left wrist, but not enough to cause serious damage just enough to feel the pain. She watches the blood creep out of her arm, and drip into the water. Her mind dulled she picked up her mobile and dialed Chris’s number.
He answered

“I was calling you. Why did you not answer?”
“Chris I feel I am losing my mind. I think all I want to do is die.”
“Well, I called you earlier, and it did not suit you to answer, right now I can’t talk, I am busy. I’ll call to you later.”
He hung up. She cut into her body again, but on her calf this time. As the cut bleeds, she imagines all the bad being drained from her.

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