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The Rain Woman

Original short story

Horror, Psychological Thriller, Obsessive Love, yandere.

Rated R 🔞

Word count : 4640

This story follows the peak climax of our main character Pierce who happened to get too attached to a little baker who’s already been through so much.

You subjected to the man who’s brain is in putty thanks to you, little baker.

[please forgive typos! I’m so sorry! Enjoy!]

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Work. Walk home. Feed the stray cats. Eat. Sleep.

It’s always the same with you. I loved that.

I loved how predictable you could be. It's so cute how you write every little thing you do in your planner.

Your gold-spiraled, red-covered daily binder.

I remember when it fell out of your bag and you chipped the side.

It’s a good thing I was there to hand it back to you.

It’s also a good thing I follow you home and make sure you’re safe.

“It’s 9:00 PM.” I lowly whispered as I brought my watch up to my face.

It’s time for you to walk home from that cute little bakery you own. It’s been in the family for 23 years. That’s your entire life.

Ever since your parents went for a swim in the saltwater lakes of our city, you and your brother have had to take over the hardship of owning a fairly popular bakery.

Well— I should say that’s how it was.

He was murdered in his sleep and thrown in the lake with your parents.

I hope you get answers one day. I hope that investigator you hired figures out whatever happened to your missing family.

“It’s 9:05 PM. You’re running late.” I narrated to myself as a leaned against the flickering lamppost in the distance.

My hot breath against the cold raining atmosphere fogged up my glasses. The rain is so loud when it’s hitting the top of my Fedora and sliding off of my trench coat.

You know you shouldn’t leave me alone with my thoughts for too long my love. You’re testing me.

“Finally.” A grin crept up on my face as I watched you fiddle with the store lock and descended on your journey home.

I don’t know why you bothered to bring that umbrella. It’s not like you use it.

It’s funny really. How you love the rain and how I hate it.

I’ll make an exception for you.

Forget about the rain. I want to watch you feed those kittens. It’s cute. You’re so pure and beautiful. Looking at you takes the weight of this cold world off of my chest.

So fragile, so beautiful. Like a doll.

“Pierce?” An angelic voice called out.

Shit. Fuck.

I was so engulfed in your beauty—I was too busy fantasizing about you and that soft plush skin. That I didn’t realize I was right up on you.

I was 5 feet away.

“I didn’t notice you! I’m so sorry! I was lost in my head until I saw your shadow.” You beamed up in the rain while pointing to the overhead street lamp.

Damn lamp.

“Yeah. I wanted to talk to you but I didn’t know how to get your attention. I’m sorry.” I huffed out as I ruffled that wet little rainy head of yours.

I’m sure it’s just because I’m tall and towering over you but—you’re so short.

“You should really use your umbrella you know. I don’t want you catching a cold.” A warm smile was attempted to spread across my face.

The way you throw your head back to laugh is so fucking cute.

Your voice is mesmerizing. God, I wonder if your moans sound the same.

“You psychic? How’d ya know?” You shuffled around in that large, cluttered bag.

Did I ever tell you how I loved the way you talked sometimes? It’s clear you’re not from this state.

You dug around and there it was. That small Red umbrella—that I shouldn’t have known was there yet.

Damn it, Pierce, you’re nervous.

“Well, what psycho doesn’t carry an umbrella, when it’s raining.” I gave a close-eyed laugh while shoving my hands into my coat.

I’m not about to blow my cover, doll.

“You’re not, Detective Pierce.” You clearly stated with a glare.

I hate when you call me that.

“Just Pierce is fine.” I corrected.

“Detective, I’m glad I ran into you. Have you found any updates about my parents or brother? It’s been a year now.” A frown polluted that beautiful face.

Why do you keep calling me Detective?

“Detective?”

I’m starting to think you enjoy pissing me off. You keep distancing yourself when you speak, type, or write to me. Do I make you uncomfortable?

“Detective.”

You’re not very kind to me either. The first day I decided to pick up your case I gave you hope. I told you they were alive. I fed you bread crumbs.

I comforted you at home. I brought you food. I called you every week to make sure your ok and then after a month you stopped returning my calls and e-mails.

You don’t even open the door anymore.

Bitch.

“Detective Pierce!” You shouted causing me to flinch.

Did you just yell at me? I’ve never seen you so mad.

Those frowned brows and puffed-up cheeks are telling me that I must have offended you.

We’re you talking to me? I was too busy splitting my head in two because you cut communication with me.

“I’m sorry I was lost in thought.” That was all I could mutter. To be honest I’m still trying to find the right words to say to keep you talking to me.

Today I’m going to make my move to further my relationship with you.

I have my ultimate trump card.

“There’s no way to easily say this but— I believe they were murdered.” I didn’t even get out my sentence before you fell to your knees on that dirty pavement. My love, please get up.

“But—but you said they were alive!” That angelic voice croaked and cried.

You threw your hands up to your face. Did you not want to see me?

I’ll stoop down to your level on one knee. Don’t hide from me.

“I know. We’re dealing with a talented murderer. I have reason to believe that it was a murder. But the more important news is that…” I had to trail off. I had to get you on edge so you’d look at me. I want your full undivided attention while I break you.

Like clockwork, your face flew up from those small hands.

That red, sobbing face was now in my full view.

Even in the rain, your Irises shine. Let me wipe the tears away from those gorgeous eyes.

“The killer is after you I believe. I’ve gathered enough evidence to decree that without a doubt you have a stalker as well.” The more I spoke the more of a horrific expression plastered that pretty little face.

“Is—is that why you’ve been following me?”

What?

The fuck did you just say?

you know? You knew I was following you? You knew I watched you?

I won’t lose face yet. This case is still recoverable.

By the end of the night, I will be in your fucking bed.

“Ah— apologies. I wanted to keep it discreet and make sure you weren’t going to be in immediate danger. After I had enough of a case I was going to present it to you.” I covered that shit up. I’m good at what I do I won't let myself get too sloppy.

I want you. Just standing this close to you is enough to make me crack.

I’m aching just standing here. I want you.

“To be honest I noticed you for a while. I thought maybe you were starting to think something crazy— like I caused them to go missing. Like how they do on TV and stuff.“ you were fiddling with your sleeves again. You were crying but now you’re trying to recover. You must hate breaking down in front of others.

I tried not to laugh.

I’m one of the city's best detectives and you don’t think I would have weeded your ass out by now?

As soft and plump as it is…

It couldn’t be you.

You can’t be the killer. Because I’m the killer.

“No. Is that why you cut contact with me?” I asked that question a little too forward. I caught you off guard. I can tell.

You clutched your bag and stared down at your feet. You even hung your head low.

Doll, are you ashamed? You should be.

I’m your lifeline and you’d cut me off? I thought about ways to punish you.

“I-I’m sorry Pierce. I was just in a dark place. I thought you’d given up on my case. I felt like the case was going cold.” You were stammering. Your voice even cracked in your sentences.

Here’s where I initiate my plan.

“Please let me walk you home. With everything that’s going on I really want to get you home safe.” I practically forced that question on you but—who cares. I’m getting excited.

“O-ok! I don’t live far.” You smiled.

You smiled. At me.

All of my excitement is starting to brim. But since I have to maintain my indifferent professional face it’s being redirected.

Straight to my pants. God, I hate how you do that.

You’ve got to be a witch—a naughty one. My little succubus.

I was growing in my pants before but when you reached for my hands and interlocked fingers with me I started leaking.

Fuck.

If I get any close to you. I'm going to cream my pants till I’m dehydrated.

“Detective?” Your airy voice Carried around in my head.

“I'm sorry I was just thinking about something.” I covered.

“You looked so concentrated—haha you're cute when your brows frown.” You noted my fixated brows.

If only you knew what I was thinking about.

I guess I was so focused because I didn’t even know we were walking.

When did we get to your house?

“Well this is my home but— I- I have a favor.” You looked everywhere but my eyes.

I’m staring holes in you, doll. Look at me. Please.

“Would you mind staying the night here?—“

“I— know! I know it’s not a usual request—but I’m just so scared.” Your warm face buried into my torso.

Fuck. I wanted to whine so bad.

Do you like when men whine? Do you like being on top?

“I'd be delighted to,” I replied a little too quick. I couldn’t let you re-think.

After opening the door to your comfortable home. You frantically tried to clean up the empty cups on the living room table.

How cute. It’s ok doll I love seeing you in your element.

It was a beautiful home but compared to me it was a bit small. I’m taking up a lot more space than I thought I would at this height.

“Well— I should get ready for bed. In the meantime. The living room is all yours! Thank you so much for being here.” You were blushing when you said that.

“I have my journal so I’ll just continue working on some cases.” I reassured as I walked to the couch and took out my hardcover book.

With a reassuring nod, you left me.

I was about to fantasize about those soap suds all over that soft body and that coconut shampoo you use.

But something was off.

Out of your daily Schedule of:

Work. Walk home. Feed the stray cats. Eat. Sleep.

You didn’t Feed the stray cats on the way here nor did you eat.

You’ve been breaking the schedule a lot lately.

This was the 3rd day you were late closing the store.

The first day you’ve ever avoided feeding the cats.

And your 5th day with an irregular eating pattern.

You’re cracking.

You’re not doing a usual routine. You’ve changed.

Maybe the weight of your family disappearing and being all alone is causing you to fall into a depressive state.

Perfect.

Fucking perfect.

I’m going to take advantage of that.

I was deep in thought until I heard you soft little shuffling back to the living room.

I picked up my book to look busy.

“P-pierce?” You stammered my name.

God, I'm trying so hard not to groan.

“Yes?”

“Can I ask you for a favor?”

“Sure.”

I know what you’re going to ask me for baby.

Say it. Please say it.

With the guilt of me confronting you for ceasing contact with me, your depression, the scare of your parents being murdered and you being stalked—you’re going to ask me to sleep with you.

God the heavens are shining down on me.

I come from a long line of Buddhists. Fun facts I’ll tell you about me the morning after.

“Well— your definitely bigger than the couch— and um—”

Go on, spit it out.

“Y-you can share my bed.” You were practically a tomato you know.

“I can?” My smart-ass mouth rubbed it in.

“Y-you don’t have to! I don’t know why I said that I’m sorry!” You rambling practically pulling your hair in embarrassment.

Enough teasing let me seal this up quick.

“Listen. I’d love to keep you company. Anything I can do to make you comfortable is my mission.” I Cooley stated as I took off my coat, blazer, and shoes.

How rude of me I should have done it sooner. I’m not going to lie I wanted you to yell at me though.

Excitement brimmed more and more as we neared that door.

Going through it was enough to make me croak.

I’m so close.

The whole ordeal was silent as we both got into the bed.

You took the right like you always do, and I took the left. The spot I had dreamed about laying in.

On the off days I took from watching you I was in this very spot.

But now I’m in it with you.

A tear slid down my face. God, I’m so happy.

I get to sleep in this bed with a real-life goddess. I practically finished my mission. I closed my best case.

Case closed by investigator, Pierce Choi.

Time to claim my reward. I’m going to take advantage of this.

I sniffled.

Then sniffled again.

“Pierce are you ok?” In seconds you reached over and turned on the bedside lamp.

“I’m so sorry. I just wish I could have done better for you.” I acted out as another faux tear traveled down my cheek.

“You’ve done so much for me already! Thank you.” You attempted to cheer me up by rolling over in the bed to hug me.

And my god did you cheer me up.

I embraced you.

I wrapped my strong arms around that thin waist.

I was practically crushing you.

Then it happened. You leaned back inches from my face.

Time to seal it.

“You’re so— beautiful.” I paused and breathed out.

“I— I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” I dramatically shot up, sitting you up with me.

You’re too desperate for protection and the company to reject me.

“It’s ok! I—I liked it when you said that.” You blushed in the softly shaded room.

Slowly bringing a hand up to your cheek. I cupped it and leaned in.

“May I?” I breathed heat on those plump little lips.

You must be pent up you naughty thing. You didn’t even let me finish before you pushed those lips onto mine.

God, you’re so sweet.

You taste like candy.

I could cream in those puffs right now little baker.

I was so hungry I laid back into our kiss as I pushed your face down on mine.

You were on top of me just like In the dreams I had of us.

I know you need to breathe but could you hold on a little longer?

I guess not.

You cupped those soft little hands on my face and gently pushed me down.

“I-I want it. I want you.” Those words danced off that tasty tongue and into my ears.

I’m not even going to reply to that silly. Was it not clear that I already want you?

Without hesitation, I swapped our places so I could be on top.

I know what I said before. But fuck I’m so hungry I can’t help myself.

“I’ll try to be gentle,” I whispered into those cute ears while landing a kiss on those lips.

Shredding those clothes into pieces I had you naked in 10 seconds flat.

Where do I start first? God, I wish I had more hands.

After hesitating I dived straight for those breasts.

Sucking on that soft, squishy flesh while massaging the other is practically edging me.

I could feel all that shameless grinding you were doing on my cock. It was driving me wild.

I was groaning through me sucking this blessed chest. I know you could feel my vocal cords vibrating.

Your legs were already crossed on my body but I’m not even inside you yet.

You want me. And that’s driving me insane.

I’m breeding you.

You. Are. Mine.

“Take my shirt off. Please.” I whined desperately.

On command, you ripped my button-up off. I don’t know how you managed to—but you popped the buttons off and they went flying across the room.

We were both shocked. But now I know that you definitely like to hear me whine.

“I’m—hng~ I'm sorry!” You were moaning through the grinding.

For a long time, I wondered if your moans were as sweet as your pastries.

They were.

Those sweet vocals were feeling up the room and all I was doing was grinding on you and kneading the soft dough on your chest.

Time to step it up I want to hear more.

How could you handle two fingers?

Wanted to find out I trailed kisses down your sweet body. I started with those soft lips and neck then down to my favorite spot, your chest. Then from there down that firm build, lingering at your thighs.

I nibbled and sucked those inner thighs so hard I had you arching that surprisingly flexible back.

Here’s where I drive you crazy.

I looked up from between those gorgeous legs into those beautiful tear-filled eyes.

And slowly, without breaking eye contact. I brought my lips to the ones between your legs and gave them a sloppy kiss.

I wanted to watch you wreather in pleasure.

“Nhg~ Pierce please!” You pleaded to attempt breaking my gaze.

“Look at me doll. Watch me.” I breathed against those pretty little lips causing me to finally meet those beautiful eyes again.

So obedient.

“Good girl.” Two simple words had you oozing out on my chin.

Not being able to stop me I ravaged the soaking, aching hole in front of me.

God you were so wet, who knew I had this power over you.

I did.

I dragged my tongue all across that pussy.

Up, down, up, left, right. I hand to hold on to your thighs so I didn’t shove my head inside of you. I pushed my tongue in as far as it could go while I sucked up whatever I could.

Just when I felt you clenching down I swapped my tongue out for two fingers and plunged them as deep as I could trying to open and stretch them inside of the tight hole.

I knew I was hitting the right places with all of that bouncing you were doing.

I altered between my fingers and my tongue seamlessly. But you seem to prefer it when I eat you out. Cute.

Grinding against my face and practically ripping my hair out you endlessly moaned my name.

“Pierce! Oh my god! Please!” You squeaked out wrapping your thighs around my head.

Fuck. You're crushing my skull in but it feels so good.

Just in the moment alone, I came in my pants.

If it was quiet enough I’m sure you could hear my cock squishing and making sounds in my pants as desperately humped the bed while eating you out.

God my legs were trembling but I’m not going to be satisfied until I breed you.

“Baby I can't hold back anymore— please I need to feel you,” I grunted and groaned as I pried my head from your beautiful aching pussy that was oozing all of the bed with the juices mixed in my saliva.

Desperately pulling me by my hair up to your face, I barely had time to react as you shoved your tongue down my throat.

Stealing the juices I worked so hard to swallow. Why couldn’t you share with me? Selfish.

I whined as you swallowed all of the contents that lingered in my mouth.

“I-I’m ready.” You stammered out after pulling yourself away from my lips.

Looking down your hands shot straight for my belt.

My god, you were going to do it for me?

I love you. You know what you want.

Fiddling with my pants zipper before you belt you struggled to get it down.

But when you finally were able to get it down an inch my body had other plans.

“Hng!~” letting out a whorish from grunt from my throat my cock came flying out of my waistband and pushed my belt and zipper open.

When I said I was bursting at the seams I meant it.

“Fuck.” I huffed out as I lifted my head to see that angelic face again.

But you looked so scared. Through this whole ordeal, I don’t think I’ve seen you so red.

“I’m- I'm sorry.” I huffed out, weakly hovering over that small frame.

“It’s so big?“ you indirectly stroke my ego.

With a mind of its own, it jumped and throbbed causing me to whimper.

I’m desperate.

“Fuck. I-I’ll go slow. I promise. Please.” I shakily breathed in your ear.

The hesitant cry leaving your lips isn’t enough.

Say it.

“P-please. Ah~ I can’t stay like this it- it hurts!” I whimpered in your ear.

Shameless grinding against your pussy I slid my pants down as far as I could.

“A-alright—Just go slow.” You barely whispered out.

That’s all I needed.

I practically rushed to get the tip in causing it to slip out a few times.

Just the tip alone caused you to squeeze down.

“Baby~ hng!” I moaned out like a needy whore.

I came so easy. Just one squeeze and I already filled up the entrance causing some to come out.

“I’m sorry. I got too excited.” I’m shamelessly shaking out. But before you could ask I already showed I could keep going but pushing in two more inches.

Every time you squeezed I practically came. You were going to be swollen by daybreak.

I pushed a little more. You squeezed and cried.

Four inches in.

I pushed more. You dug your nails into my back.

You must want me to wear you out. We’re in six inches now.

I pushed more and I could feel your walls collapsing on me. You wrapped your legs around my hips.

Uh oh.

I don’t think you intended to but you forced your legs down causing my hips to buckle and push the rest of the three inches in.

I instantly came. Again.

“Pierce!” You cried at the top of your lungs while burring your face into my chest. I could tell you wanted to be in the crook of my neck but the height difference was throwing us off.

God, I love missionary.

Letting you take a minute or two to recover I slowly pulled out halfway causing your breath to hitch.

“ I love you,” I whispered. Maybe you heard me or maybe you didn’t but I felt you clench down so hard prompting my body to act on its own.

I slid back in and repeated the process as I was practically edging you by dragging all nine inches off my cock against the gummy walls.

It took at least seven minutes for you to get adjusted to the size but once you did, you made the mistake of rushing me.

“Pierce please! Stop teasing!” You cried as you playfully banged on my back.

Teasing? I was making love to you.

Fine. Now I’m going to dog walk you like a bitch.

Slamming into you, you barely choked out enough air to tell me to wait.

“Wai—“

“No.”

In. Out. In. Out.

I was slamming so hard I could basically feel your bones rattling.

I wasn’t done.

Picking up the speed I was slamming harder and faster as I kept knocking your head into the headboard.

I was punishing you. Roughing you up a little should be fine right? You’ll learn not to rush me next time.

The board was hitting the wall so hard and so fast that we made a little mark in the wall and caused a picture to fall over.

I’ll buy you more. I’ll get you anything you want. You only need me.

My hips kept buckling trying to keep up with the speed. I had to hold a hand on the wall just to support myself.

“Hng~ oh my god~ Pierce!” You cried and cried. But no one going to hear you.

The moans, cries, and screams only fed me more and more. I was so close.

“I’m cumming. I’m so close.” I barely got out loud enough. You were stealing all of my air by sucking it through my cock.

It was driving me crazy. It’s almost too much. Just like you feel I’m stretching you out and causing you pain. You’re doing the same to me.

It’s so tight your crushing me. God, it feels so good.

We won’t be able to walk tomorrow. That’s ok. That’s more time I can sleep with you.

“I’m close too. Pierce, please cum with me.” You cried out tightening your legs around me and leaving more claw marks in my back.

I’m going to be looking in the mirror all morning. I love the new tattoos your giving me.

Fuck. Fuck. It’s coming.

I've been cumming so much I don’t know if I’m shooting blanks or not.

“Hng~ Cumming!” We both shouted aloud as we cried out in pleasure.

I’m sure I put a hole in the wall with all our lovemaking.

It’s a good thing I’ve been replacing your contraceptives with fakes. You’re having my baby tonight.

That makes this so much sweeter.

We’ll have a family!

Hah~ I think I came a second time inside you.

Collapsing from exhaustion on top of you I could feel you shaking as I slowly humped the last little cum I had into you.

You milked it all out of me.

Slowly pulling out I lazily rolled your frame on top of me. Bringing your lips to mine.

“I love you.” I breathed into our kiss.

After all, I did to you I think you were too dazed to know what you were really saying.

“I love you too.” You shakily got out before passing out on top of me. Your hard head collided with mine but when it did you didn’t say anything.

You really passed out.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Finally. You’re all mine.” I cooed into your ear as I fluttered my eyes closed along with you.

I put you through so much. But it paid off.

I isolated you from your family and got rid of any possible obstacle in my way. The hill to get to you was steep.

But I did it.

Now that you’re mine we can start rebuilding what was torn down.

Our life together will be long and prosperous. I made sure of it.

We’ll have kids, I’ll get us a dog, I’ll buy us a home and move us into the mountains or in the plains.

What would you prefer?—the rainy plains will be best.

After all, you’re a rain type of woman.

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palebirdqueen · 5 months

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I just watched Perfect Blue, and absolutely what the absolute fuck did I just watch?? It's so unsettling and confusing, and that's precisely why I think it's incredible!

#perfect blue #a movie that actually is a physiological thriller #i could def talk about this movie for hours

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aangopologist · 2 years

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I honestly don't want to see Jonathan crane in the matt reeve's universe. The Scarecrow deserves his own spooky movie with touchs of physiological horror not be a side villain in another man pain batman movie

#Scarecrow #Jonathan crane #My anti the batman agenda continues #I can see a scarecrow movie being equals part spooky and serious with some physiological thriller element to it #Insert Becky Albright into it and I'm sold

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ten · 2 years

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hi!! relic by preston&child is my favourite series!! :)

omg a thriller series thank u i'm def adding that to my winter break reading list!!! i love thrillers so much but they're always a read in one sitting type thing for me cuz i physically cant do anything before finding out what happens HAHA

#lookin for book/music/media recs!#yes def a winter break binge read #esp cuz this one is a series.. omg so exciting #psychological thrillers are my favourite OMG anon can i please rec a book to u too #dear child by hausmann!!!!! omg its so good i read it in one sitting could not look away from the book #its just so interesting and it rlly makes u think about the psychological and physiological effects certain events/env'ts have on a person.#esp if that person is still developing physically and neurologically...... 😳 god pls read it #anon

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imacelestialbeing · 2 years

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Just had a "would make a great psychological thriller movie" type dream. paranoia guaranteed. Might also give a crisis. Would make a good book too tbh.

Lmao. I should get paid for this. That was prime entertainment. 100% awake for the day now.

Would highly recommend starting ur day thinking "wasnt this supposed to be a barbie movie?" Hearing a bang. The character in the not barbie movie thinking "he looked relieved" and then waking up and realizing you just dreamed up a masterpiece that will be forgotten in the next half hour.

#brain really said hold up #lemme try--#looks like brain is craving some good juice.#time to take some shows off my watch list ig 😌#dream #nightmare #physiological #thriller #how to wake up #in style #not a barbie movie

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quirky-book-reads · 2 years

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The Accident

The Accident by Daniel Hurst is an emotive character driven story that follows the grief, loss and guilt of different characters. #Thriller #Phychological

Genre: Mystery, Thriller, Phychological One moment. Three lives changed forever.Single mum Anni would do anything for her little boy, Tobi, he is the center of her world. So she is utterly devastated when Tobi is run over and killed by drunk driver, Carl.Anni hates Carl for what he’s done and takes some comfort from the lengthy prison sentence he is serving. But she can’t live on hate and after…

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#**#2022 #Blog Tour #British #Drunk Driving #Loss of a Child #Mystery #Physiological #Stand-Alone #Thriller #Warning #Zooloo&039;s Book Tours

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sirnica · 1 year

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One of the worst nightmares in a long time, lads. Not a fun one at all.

I stopped melatonin, but the dreams keep coming.

#personal #yesterday i had one too #they are so long and so detailed #not a slasher film but a physiological horror/thriller

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stepghost · 1 year

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#killer in love #mine #mangacap #manga cap #seinen #horror #physiological #drama #thriller #romance

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solopantera · 1 year

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Come true.

#sleep #physiological thriller #movies

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hayatheauthor · 11 months

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When it comes to writing fatal injuries, it is crucial to approach the subject with care and accuracy. Fatal injuries carry immense consequences for your characters and can shape the trajectory of your story. By delving into the intricacies of portraying fatal injuries authentically, you can ensure that the gravity and impact of such events are effectively conveyed to your readers.

Choosing the right injuries for your story

Selecting the appropriate fatal injuries for your narrative involves considering various factors. Ask yourself: What purpose does this injury serve within the story? How does it affect the characters and the overall plot? Conduct thorough research to identify injuries that align with your story's context and resonate with the emotional journey of your characters.

For example, in a historical drama, you may research common fatal injuries during a particular era, such as battlefield injuries, diseases, or accidents prevalent at the time. In a crime thriller, you might explore the portrayal of fatal gunshot wounds or traumatic injuries resulting from violent encounters. By aligning the injuries with the context and themes of your story, you create a more immersive and believable experience for your readers.

Researching the mechanics of fatal injuries

To portray fatal injuries convincingly, it is essential to delve into the mechanics behind them. Understand the specific anatomical structures and systems involved, as well as the forces or mechanisms that can lead to fatal outcomes. Explore medical resources, consult experts if possible, and gather insights into the physiological and psychological implications of such injuries.

For instance, if your character suffers a fatal stab wound, research the anatomy involved, the potential organs affected, and the potential consequences such as internal bleeding or organ failure. By understanding the specific details and implications of the injury, you can describe the physical and emotional toll it takes on the character with greater accuracy and depth.

Depicting the immediate aftermath

When writing about fatal injuries, vividly describe the immediate aftermath to capture the intense emotions and physical realities. Consider the sensory details, the shock and disbelief experienced by characters, and the chaotic environment that often surrounds such events. Balancing realism with the needs of your story, create a scene that immerses readers and evokes empathy.

For example, if a character experiences a fatal car accident, you can depict the chaos at the scene, the character's disorientation, and the reactions of witnesses. Emphasize the sensory details such as the sound of screeching tires or the smell of burning rubber, creating a visceral experience for your readers.

Emotional and dramatic impact on the narrative

The impact of fatal injuries extends beyond the immediate moment. Explore the ripple effects on other characters, relationships, and the overall plot. Delve into the emotional responses, grief, guilt, anger, or determination that arises in the aftermath of loss. Utilize these emotional arcs to deepen character development and drive the narrative forward.

For instance, the loss of a loved one due to a fatal illness might lead to grief and strained relationships among the remaining family members. The emotional journey of a character grappling with guilt and seeking redemption after causing a fatal accident can become a central theme in your story. By delving into these emotional arcs and their consequences, you add depth and resonance to your narrative.

Writing Minor Injuries

While fatal injuries may capture our attention with their dramatic impact, it is equally important to pay attention to the portrayal of minor injuries in your writing. Minor injuries, though less severe, can still significantly affect your characters and contribute to the authenticity of your story. In this section, we will explore the art of depicting minor injuries, ensuring that they are not overlooked or trivialized. By delving into the nuances of minor injuries, you can add depth and realism to your characters' experiences.

Types of minor injuries to consider

When crafting your story, it is essential to consider a range of minor injuries that can occur. These injuries can include cuts, bruises, sprains, minor burns, or even minor fractures. Each type of injury carries its own unique characteristics, associated pain levels, and recovery processes. By understanding these distinctions, you can create accurate and believable depictions that resonate with your readers.

For example, a character who sustains a cut on their hand may experience sharp pain, the sight of blood, and the need for immediate first aid. On the other hand, a character with a sprained ankle may struggle with mobility, experience swelling, and require rest and care for a few days. By paying attention to these specific details, you can enhance the realism of your storytelling.

Conveying pain and discomfort

When writing about minor injuries, it is important to effectively convey the pain and discomfort experienced by your characters. Consider describing the sensation of pain, the throbbing or stinging feeling, and how it affects their daily activities or interactions. Showcasing the emotional impact of pain, such as frustration, irritation, or vulnerability, can deepen the readers' connection to the character's experience.

For instance, if a character suffers from a sprained wrist, you can describe the dull ache that persists, making simple tasks like typing or holding objects challenging. By capturing these small but significant moments, you immerse readers in the character's struggle and create a more realistic portrayal.

Balancing realism with narrative pace

While it is important to depict minor injuries realistically, it is also crucial to strike a balance with the overall pace and momentum of your story. Consider the significance of the injury within the larger context of your narrative. Some injuries may require more detailed attention and impact the plot, while others may serve as background elements. Adjust the level of detail and focus accordingly, ensuring that the portrayal of minor injuries aligns with the narrative's flow.

For example, a small cut on a character's finger may not require an extensive description unless it becomes infected or triggers an unexpected consequence. By aligning the portrayal of minor injuries with their narrative relevance, you maintain a consistent pace while still acknowledging their impact on your characters' lives.

Writing Bloodshed And Realistic Blood Loss

When writing about wounds and injuries, it is essential to consider the amount of blood loss your characters may experience. Realistic portrayal of bloodshed can enhance the authenticity of your scenes and immerse readers in the gravity of the situation. In this section, we will explore the factors influencing blood loss and techniques for accurately depicting it in your writing.

Understanding blood loss and its impact on the body

To authentically portray blood loss, it's crucial to have a basic understanding of how the human body responds to injury. Research the circulatory system and the role of blood in transporting oxygen and nutrients throughout the body. Consider the different types of blood vessels and their potential for bleeding when injured. This knowledge will help you create realistic scenarios and determine the appropriate level of blood loss for specific injuries.

Factors influencing blood loss in different injury scenarios

The amount of blood loss can vary depending on the severity and location of the injury. Factors such as the size of blood vessels, the rate of bleeding, and the body's ability to clot play a significant role. For example, a deep laceration in an artery will result in more substantial blood loss compared to a superficial cut on the skin. Consider these factors when describing injuries and their resulting bloodshed.

Techniques for accurately portraying blood loss in writing

There are several techniques you can use to convey the realistic impact of blood loss in your writing. Describing the color, consistency, and flow of blood can provide vivid imagery. You can also include physical symptoms such as dizziness, weakness, or fainting that may accompany significant blood loss. Additionally, consider the emotional response of your characters and how they react to the sight of blood or their own injuries.

By incorporating these techniques, you can create scenes that evoke a visceral response in readers and enhance the authenticity of your writing.

Bruises: Colors, Progression, and Pain

Bruises are a common result of injuries, and understanding how they form, change in color, and cause discomfort can greatly enhance the realism of your writing. By accurately describing bruises, you can bring depth to your characters' injuries and portray their healing process convincingly.

Understanding the stages and colors of bruises

Bruises go through distinct stages of color as they heal. Initially, they may appear red or purple due to the broken blood vessels beneath the skin. Over time, the color changes to blue, green, yellow, and eventually fades to a brown or yellowish hue. Understanding this color progression can help you accurately describe the age of a bruise and the healing process.

For example, a fresh bruise might be vivid purple, indicating recent trauma, while a fading bruise may have a yellowish tinge, suggesting that healing has begun. By incorporating these color details, you can add realism to your characters' injuries and track the passage of time within your narrative.

Depicting the progression of bruises over time

As bruises heal, they often change in appearance and size. Initially, a bruise may be small and localized, but it can gradually spread and become more extensive. Describing this progression can provide a sense of the healing process and the passage of time within your story.

For instance, a character who sustains a significant blow to the face may develop a bruise that starts as a small spot near the eye but expands to cover a larger area over the next few days. By accurately portraying the progression of bruises, you enhance the authenticity of your characters' injuries and their recovery.

Conveying the pain and sensitivity associated with bruises

Bruises can be painful, sensitive to touch, and affect a character's movement and daily activities. Describing the pain and discomfort experienced by your characters can create empathy and immerse readers in their physical ordeals.

Consider conveying the tenderness of a bruise when pressure is applied, the throbbing sensation, or the limitation of movement due to the pain.

Remember The Side Effects

Injuries, whether minor or severe, often come with a range of side effects that can significantly impact your characters' lives. These side effects can extend beyond the physical realm and encompass emotional, psychological, and social aspects.

Physical side effects

Injuries can have profound physical side effects that go beyond the immediate pain and discomfort. Consider the potential consequences such as limited mobility, impaired coordination, chronic pain, or the need for assistive devices like crutches or braces. Describing these physical side effects can add depth to your characters' struggles and provide a realistic portrayal of their healing journey.

For example, a character who sustains a leg injury may experience difficulty walking, require physical therapy, or have long-term complications that affect their day-to-day activities. By addressing these physical side effects, you create a more nuanced depiction of the aftermath of injuries.

Emotional and psychological side effects

Injuries can have a profound emotional and psychological impact on characters. They may experience fear, anxiety, trauma, or a loss of confidence. Consider how the injury affects their self-image, relationships, or mental well-being. Explore the emotional journey your characters undergo as they navigate the aftermath of their injuries.

For instance, a character who survives a near-fatal accident may develop post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) and struggle with recurring nightmares or panic attacks. By incorporating these emotional and psychological side effects, you can deepen the complexity of your characters and their responses to traumatic experiences.

Social implications and changes

Injuries can also lead to significant social changes for your characters. They may face challenges in their personal relationships, encounter stigma or discrimination, or experience changes in their roles or identities. Explore how the injury affects their interactions with others and their sense of belonging in the world.

For example, a character who sustains a facial injury may encounter judgment or stares from others, leading to self-consciousness or isolation. By addressing the social implications and changes resulting from injuries, you can create multi-dimensional characters and explore the impact of their injuries on their social dynamics.

By incorporating these various side effects into your writing, you bring depth and authenticity to your characters' experiences and showcase the wide-ranging impact of injuries.

Conclusion

Writing authentic wounds and fatalities requires attention to detail and a deep understanding of the physical, emotional, and psychological aspects involved. By following the guidelines and exploring the subheadings discussed in this guide, you can create compelling and realistic portrayals of injuries in your writing.

Remember to conduct thorough research on the specific injuries you want to depict, understanding their mechanics, symptoms, and potential outcomes. Consider the immediate and long-term effects on your characters, both physically and emotionally. Incorporate sensory details to immerse readers in the experience, describing the pain, bloodshed, colors of bruises, and the progression of healing.

Additionally, don't forget to address the side effects that injuries can have on your characters' lives. Explore the physical limitations, emotional struggles, and social implications that arise from their injuries. By delving into these aspects, you can create well-rounded characters and compelling narratives that resonate with readers.

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The Silent Patient:🧠👩🏼✍🏼👨🏽‍⚕️🏥

Alicia Berenson’s life is seemingly perfect. A famous painter married to an in-demand fashion photographer, she lives in a grand house with big windows overlooking a park in one of London’s most desirable areas. One evening her husband Gabriel returns home late from a fashion shoot, and Alicia shoots him five times in the face, and then never speaks another word.

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ / 5

This book was in and of itself an amazing experience! The plot thickens & the twists are very thought out by the author. I enjoyed the physiological aspect of this book, getting to foresee the mind of mental illness, trauma & healing in the hardest of ways. I was kept throughly engaged while reading & its by far one of my 5 ☆ reading for sure.

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I'm not going to lie it took me three times to actually get through this book at the beginning I felt like the first part was taking too long and it I ended up leaving the book and then starting it over later from the beginning and it wasn't until I listened to the audiobook that I was able to get through that first part. Once the information started rolling in and the story started picking up I was able to finish the audiobook within two and a half days. I really enjoyed the last half of the book and was very happy with the ending I didn't expect the ending at all and SPOILER ALERT it's not really until the last hour that you start uncovering all the information. I give this book an 8.75/10 and it will be staying in my library now. I didn't cry but it did make me tear up.

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PLEASEE do one when H and y/n are at Harrys DWD premier and Chris pine is very flirty with y/n and looky with her and harry just gets protective and does all the things he can do to prove to him that y/n is his, pleaseee that would be so cute

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Didn’t he just look so dreamy this day? 😭thanks for the request bc I’m actually crying of how cute this concept acc is😫 enjoy!❤️

PLEASE NOTE: I am aware Chris pine would never hit on a taken woman this is for story purposes only!!!!🫶🏼

Warnings: jealousy, cussing, some flirty behaviour, angstyyyy, upset Harry 😭, fluffy ending!!!

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It was a sunny day in Venice, the sky was a light blue, the sunshine was really doing its thing, it was a perfect day to be a plus one at Venice film festival.

When y/n heard about Harry’s upcoming physiological thriller ‘don’t worry darling’ she was ecstatic.

Every moment in his crazy career she was there for she hadn’t missed a a single thing.

“Y’not joining me for the carpet?” He asks realising her hand was no longer locked in his.

“This is your moment H, m’happy to watch” she smiled.

He glanced over to the carpet to which Chris pine, gemma chan and nick kroll were already occupying.

“I wouldn’t have done with film without you lovie, c’mon” he said pressing a kiss to her forehead and taking her hand once more.

“Fine” she sighed.

When Harry revealed them from the black curtain that shielded them from the world, the mixed audience of fans, film enthusiasts, paparazzi and journalists, erupted into cheers and heckles.

“Harry, Harry over here!”

“Harry we have questions for you!”

And to y/n’s surprise even some directed to her.

“Y/n you look beautiful”

“Y/n are you proud of this movie”

In a loving and protective manner Harry slid his arm around the girls waist and guided her next to Chris for photos to be taken.

As the main cast/crew member pictures had been taken, Gemma went off to have an interview? Nick found himself speaking to Harry which left y/n and Chris still next to each other.

“You Look good y/n” Chris says turning to the girl now having his full attention.

“Oh Chris, thank you! You don’t scrub up to bad either!” She playful gested

“Y/n, Chris come over we have some questions!!” a male reporter chanted.

Chris placed his palm on the lower of y/n’s back and walked towards the reporter.

Harry took a glance back at where he thought y/n was, a panic filled his mind when he couldn’t see her or Chris.

“Don’t panic mate she’s right there with Chris” nick noted making him turn the opposite direction.

“How did you-?” He asked.

“I know you too well, she’s all you think about” nick laughed.

Harry turned to his girl who spoke to the microphone the man was holding towards her.

Watching her do the most simple stuff made Harry realise how lucky he truly was.

The only thing he was sure of is the eyes of the one and only Chris pine staring her down.

Now, Harry wasn’t normally a jealous type but when a man like Chris appears, he can’t help but feel like he has no chance.

“Yeah, no y/n has been great! She delivered us all hot coffee and if we were lucky then donuts” Chris laughs thinking about the fond memories there shared through the filming.

Chrises hand slowly rubbed up and down her exposed arm as she spoke.

That did not go unnoticed by Harry.

“But filming was super fun to watch and seeing the movie made it all really worth it! I mean everyone involved did great”

“And it’s amazing seeing the actors behind the-“

Harry had snaked his muscular arms around her waist forcing Chris’s to remove his, and pressing a sweet kiss to her cheek.

“Oh hi Harry” she giggled

“Carry on Angel” he reassured.

“As I was saying yeah- um it was really interesting seeing behind the scenes”

Harry continued pressing mini kisses to her cheek and using his thumb to slowly trace her waist.

“The world is going to go crazy over this” the camera man laughed.

Y/n blushed and placed her hands on top of Harry’s.

Once the interview was over Harry pulled the girl close to his chest.

“Y’do know the world can see us” she said giving into his touch nonetheless.

“Oh well, at least the world know y’mine” he emphasised.

“Hey guys” a familiar deep voice chimed.

“Hey man” Harry replied reluctantly letting go of his girl.

“You 2 joining us for some fine dining?” He said straightening his blazer and hair.

“You up for it baby?” Harry asked looking back to his girl

“Oh yeah of course” she smiled.

“Great well I guess I’ll see you then!” He said patting her arm and heading off into the posh car to be taken to the location.

“God he has a thing for you” Harry said annoyingly with a roll to his eyes.

“Harry” she laughed

“Chris pine has a thing for me?” She continued.

“Mmm not sure about that love” she giggled.

Y/n wrapped her arm around his waist.

“I love you” she mumbled into his side.

“Love you too”

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The cast of ‘DWD’ sat around a table that was located in one of Venice’s fanciest restaurant and poshest experiences.

Y/n couldn’t deny Harry had looked devilishly handsome the whole day and despite being next to the idols like Chris and Nick she only had eyes for him and will only have eyes for him.

Y/n was sandwiches between Harry and Chris with jemma, Nick opposite with Florence and Sydney head of the table.

“I love the material of your dress y/n” Chris nonchalantly mumbled while running his fingers on the red satin dress.

“Yeah it’s nice right, don’t you look beautiful baby” Harry was quick to say pressing a kiss on her temple.

“Where is it from?” Chris asked.

“Oh this is-“ y/n started.

“This is Gucci isn’t it darling? My very own collection tailored and measured especially for her” Harry spoke.

“Yeah, yeah that he did” y/n bash fully laughed.

“Wow! That’s crazy, I’m invited actually to be one of Guccis models for next month’s catalog” Chris bragged maintaining eye contact with Harry.

“Maybe you two should do a fashion collab” y/n mentioned taking a sip of her wine.

“100%” Chris mumbled into his napkin that he delicately patted around his lips.

The rest of the night went down a blast the girls shared laughter and gossip as the evening went on, Harry and the rest of the boys managed to have a conversation and the dining experience itself was great.

Harry just couldn’t take his eyes off of what Chris was to do next.

While y/n was speaking to Gemma who was adjacent to her Harry noticed Chrises heart eyes.

“Oh it’s lovely, me and Harry went a few years back missed it ever since” she began

“Where’s this y/n?” Chris interrupted.

Harry noticed the sudden interruption due to him, he placed his palm on her knee and gave it a light squeeze in a way to show he’s sorry for the interruption.

“Oh just telling Gemma about almafi coast, me and H went a few years ago” she smiled turning back to hemme and continuing her story.

As y/n carried on her conversation, it was the little things that Harry noticed. The way Chris would look from her dress all the way to her eyes, the way he would bite his lip when he had his attention. It was driving him mad.

“And so i Definitely thin-“ y/n started

“Y/n, I have to say your looking beautiful tonight” Chris blurted.

“You interrupted her to say that?” Harry said placing his arm on the back of y/n’s chair and leaning forward to meet eyes with Chris.

“Harry-“ she warned.

“Is a compliment a bad thing?” He answered back.

The tone in the both the boys caused the table to turn to the three of them.

“When I’m right here yeah” Harry scoffed.

“Harry-baby-“

“All I’m doing is complimenting her, something I haven’t seen you do all night” he laughed, causing the rest of the table to watch in shock, those who knew Harry knew when it comes to his lovie there’s no messing.

“Chris” Nick gasped.

“M’not hearing this all night, I’ll be outside y/n” and with that Harry rose from his seat and made his way to the exit of the restaurant.

A cold chill blew over y/n’s spine, this escalated from 0-100 very quickly.

“All over a compliment?!” He laughed taking a swig of his whiskey.

“I should go see him-“ Nick offered.

“It’s fine” y/n sighed.

“I’ll go” she begins as she stands and grabs her bag and slings it over her shoulder.

“Thanks for tonight guys” she said trying to be as friendly as she could.

“I’m sure he’s fine he’s just a bit stresse-“

“You don’t Need to explain yourself to us y/n, go find your man and keep us updated” Sydney said with Jemma and Flo nodding in agreement.

Y/n pushed the cold glass door open with her palm and slowly walked around the place in search of her boyfriend.

“Hey you” she said gently to the familiar figure that stood just by an alleyway.

“Fuck, love I’m so fucking sorry” he started.

“Hey hey hey” she said voice softening.

With a glance she could note the glossy eyes, without another word she wrapped her arms around his blazer clad waist, brung him in tightly.

“How about we get to the hotel and you can tell me what’s going on hey?” She offered using her fingers to play with the curls at the back of his head.

“Mmhmm” he hummed.

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The ride back to the hotel was silent but not at all uncomfortable or awkward y/n knew he was hurt by something and she was determined to find out before the night ended.

They checked back into there hotel rooms and much to Harry lamberts disgust there fancy clothes ended up remaining in the floor for the night.

Y/n changed into one of Harry’s hoodies and her joggers.

Y/n joined harry on the bed and immediately made her self comfy, and cuddled straight into him.

“What’s going on H” she lowly whispered.

“Feel like I don’t appreciate you enough” he started.

“Hmm?” She hummed confused

“All night he had something to say, ‘oh your dress’, ‘oh your makeup’ and I just, I don’t know, feel shitty” he said honestly.

“And every look he gave you, every compliment, every touch he gave you it just scares me” he said pushing his head into the nook of her shoulder.

“Scares you?” She asked.

“I can’t lose you y/n, and Chris being this admittedly handsome guy, and giving you so much more attention then I did, it’s understandable”

“Harry”

“Baby, never, ever worry about that, no Chris or any other person could ever take me away from you ever”

She traced the back of his neck with her gentle fingertips.

“Only have eyes for you my love, only for you, and I don’t need your affection to feel loved by you, knowing your next to me or even in my life makes me feel like the luckiest girl ever” she stated whole heartedly.

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