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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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“Cause I am your lady And you are my man Whenever you reach for me I'll do all that I can We're heading for something Somewhere I've never been Sometimes I am frightened But I'm ready to learn The power of love” #poweroflove #eventide_love #psychologicalthriller link in profile Blog to Book. : #artwork🎨 #louijover : : : : #amwriting #mystory #emotionalabuse as a #psychological #thriller #psychologicalabuse #hitchcock #davidlynch #mentalabuse #ireland🍀 #writingchallenge #blogto #book #bookclub
My Blog to Book is about completed. It's been hard getting here. I have left behind the person that I once was, I have changed from the person I once knew, I've wasted days and nights on rotten love. I've traded happiness for sad, and trust for paranoia. But I believe as I complete my pilgrimage it will come right again. This is the story of emotional abuse as a psychological thriller.
"No one will see it. No one will know. And eventually all of the scars will have scars, and that's all I will become --one big scar of his bad love.” My story #emotionalabuse as a #psychologicalthriller blog to book. : : #psychological #thriller #amwriting #mystory #creativewriter #emotionalrollercoaster #davidlynch #hitchcock #mindgames

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Short Story 6 – Eventide/6 – Alien Life


As she runs faster and faster, her gut tells her it’s in vain. Her sides are burning, begging to rest. Her hair clings to her face and neck, slick with sweat. He is getting closer. It’s so dark, the only visible light from the cracks and crevices in the walls: a dim green glow adds to the terror. She screeches as he grabs through the air and takes hold of the shoulder, and he pulls her hard. The change in velocity causes them to both fall on their backs. He immediately gets up and lifts her up by the roots of her hair; her screeches resound all around them. She struggles to regain her footing. He takes hold of both her shoulders in an iron grip.

“You can never escape.” His voice stripped of all care and love he once showed her. With his other hand he grabs her face and turned it toward him forcing her to look straight into his eyes. She shudders as she is finds herself looking into the eye of the devil; her prince of darkness. From the corner of her eye, she sees a pile of rubble, if she stumbled over it she could most certainly plummet to her death and away from this torture.

Alike woke up screaming. It was bloodcurdling, throat wrenching scream of pain and suffering. Gasping for air her mouth open she finally sucks in as much air as she can. Deep guttural sobs racks her body.

“I am alone and no one can save me.” Her thoughts terrorize her mind. Her body drenched in sweat.

Chris enters the room, “Aliki, you screamed.” his voice is urgent.

He lay down beside her on the bed and took her in his arms which starts to calm down; her breaths long and shaky become calmer and match that of Chris. He cradles her in his arms.

Aliki begins to acclimatize to her waking; her senses heighten. She suddenly realizes who is cradling her, and she pushes away from Chris’s embrace.

“I am okay.” her body trembling she swallowed hard and looked away from Chris.

“Why did you scream in your sleep?”

Aliki glanced at the window from which a stream of light beamed thought a tiny gap in the curtains. She could not tell Chris, how terrified she is of them, of their relationship, of his power. Every time she challenged his behavior, he came onto her even stronger and the abuse more intense.

“I don’t know. Maybe I had too much Chablis last night, and it played on my mind. I am okay honestly. Don’t worry about me.”

Her feeling that the whole time he was lying to her, playing with her, was eating into the little bit of sanity she retained. She had momentary senses that what was going on with her was not normal. Everyone she knew her friends, her family, her work mates, everyone she passed on the streets, spoke to in the shops encountered in daily life she viewed as aliens. Since she met Chris her life slowly, insidiously disentangled. She was estranged from her life bound totally by Chris. Her world was hostile and difficult, and she was losing her footing her ability to get away from Chris.

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