Intrusive Thoughts Artinya Novels & Stories

It felt like blood hitting hot stone. “She can give you gifts all she wants, little bird,” the voice hissed, mocking the first presence. The words weren’t heard with my ears; they were intrusive, forced directly into my gray matter. “I will still find you. I am already watching.” I clutched my head, the intrusive thoughts making my vision swim. It wasn’t just a voice; it was a vision of glowing red eyes opening in a dark, moist place. A sneer aimed directly at me.

They both looked up, I swallowed and continued “ There was this time at night…” Why was I saying this? “…I hear a voice in my head …it wasn’t like an inner thought, like someone was actually talking to me .”. Maltilda froze and turned to Amber , Her face looked drained. I regretted it instantly. I forced a laugh. “ It’s probably imagination…It’s just an intrusive thought .” “ What does it sound like ?” I shrugged too fast. “ I don’t know.” Maltilda stepped toward me. “ Lily.”

😩 You wouldn't even notice, he doe sit more at home than in public, he would be doing it in front of you but his feet are hidden or all the rituals are taking place in his mind. Jean says "I gotta go inside." Jean hopes his mental illness won't mess up the case. Jean complains "Why does my mind mess me up?!"😤 OCD isn't always about being clean or organized, the intrusive thoughts may tell you to do things that aren't clean, may mess up your work instead of progress it, not massively... Jean cries saying "I need that money! I really need it... I just wish that people would leave us alone!"😭 Jean's anxiety is getting to him, the intrusive thoughts are constant, never-ending.

The thought was already there, permanent and sizzling. What would it be like? His eyes roaming slowly over my body, his expression darkening, not with judgment, but with something else. Something primal. Something that made my thighs clench slightly just from the idea of it. My cheeks burned so hot I was certain they could boil the condensation off the mirror. You’re disgusting, I told myself. And horny, the intrusive thought added smugly. “Fuck off,” I muttered again, this time to myself, my hand still pressed to my temple as if I could forcefully exorcise my own mind.

So, I’m sitting here, aloof from her, immersed in my work. I return my gaze to the laptop screen to get back to my work. But, a small voice deep from a god-knows-what cell in my body nudges me to peek at her. I dismiss the thought and shake my head. I force myself to focus on the details that are on display on the screen. A few minutes later, I run my hand across my face and throw the idea of submerging in work out of the window. Fine! I give in to my intrusive thoughts.

I couldn’t stop the intrusive thoughts from popping into existence, and I knew it would only get worse the longer I stood here doing nothing. I was supposed to be working on the plans for the upcoming charity event at the community center, but I was well aware that I wasn’t going to accomplish anything while in this state. Sheepishly, I rotated in Micah’s arms after setting down my cup, barely able to meet his eyes as I replied, “Would you really not mind? I’m sure you’re probably right, but it’s concerning me that she isn’t returning my calls or texts.”

They weave their way through my thoughts, casting shadows of doubt and tainting my perceptions with their insidious whispers. As they grow louder, the world around me seems to blur and fade into the background. Confusion grips me. Why would he want to hurt me? I try to shake off these intrusive thoughts, but their hold tightens, becoming more and more overwhelming. ‘He wants to hurt us!’ It screams, spreading like a virus in my brain. I’m forced to relive the memory of Ace pushing me against the wall forcibly, just like this. And as I watch, Artemis' features distort. His black hair turns into dirty blonde and his blue eyes morph into a familiar brown.

You’ve got nothing of value left to offer; there’s nothing left but grime and filth. When I could no longer argue against myself, I reached for my iPod and turned the volume to its maximum. At the risk of going deaf, I drowned out my intrusive thoughts, giving them no opportunity to continue planting roots in the corners of my mind that were too far out of reach for me to remove them.

I had fled the house to escape the overwhelming presence of Adrian and the tight rope of my own dark thoughts, only to sit in a lecture hall where the curriculum itself was practically dissecting the exact sickness festering in my own head and asking me to dive into it. The world must be after me for being a bad and ungrateful sister, constantly reminding me of my sins. ​When I went to the library later that afternoon to begin researching the paper, the weight of it only grew heavier. I opened my laptop, staring at the flashing cursor on the blank document, but I couldn't type a single coherent thesis statement. Every psychological case study I pulled up regarding 'intrusive fixations' and '

Even my brain delivers on the sass. I shake my head at myself. I need to control my cyclical and intrusive thoughts. Lying in a prince's bed while fooling his country is not the place to have these thoughts of morality. Or to question their purpose or origin. Or either find the reasons why I wanted to do things that would arch my back or curl my toes, driving me crazy with desire or push me into unthinkable positions. I am here to get laid. I remind my conscious mind. Let's just focus on that.