Cw- control, a critique on evangelical Christianity

I’m nervous to share this. I don’t want to come off as someone who shames Christians as that’s not the intent here, but with everything happening recently, this piece of mine has been on my mind.

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The text reads: It’s risky for a human to be here during this time, dangerous even. [speaker is clearly pent up, breathing is slightly labored] Unless you’re looking to be thoroughly milked. [pause] Oh. That's why you came? [pleasant surprise] [subtle, but heavy breathing] Fuck. I wouldn't normally do this, but- [whine] I am so fucking horny. So many of us are. [speaker pushes listener against tree] [somewhat strained exhale] We’re at our most fertile this time of year. If you’d like to breed me… [whispers] I’m all yours.

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Another script excerpt, loved writing this one, definitely was a step outside my writing comfort zone lmao

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An excerpt from a fanfiction I haven’t published yet. The text reads: “She is mine. Her immortality is mine.” Lorroakan hisses as he strains against his chains, then lets out a mocking laugh, raising an eyebrow at the taller man. “I don’t need to give up my humanity to live forever, unlike you. And even then here you are, a so-called vampire lord, bound in chains, and you can’t even so much as bite. How precious.” Cazador’s eyes darken as he charges forward, his bound hands meeting with Lorroakans neck, choking him slightly as he pushes him into the rocky wall. “You truly have no idea who you’re dealing with, boy.” Cazador snarls in Lorroakan’s face as he tightens the grasp around his throat. “Do you think you have any power over me? Do you truly believe you’re any match for my immortal self? I am the very being of something you so desperately want, but will never have.” His grip intensifies as he leans in closer, his illuminated eyes beaming through the soul of the smaller man. “I may be bound in chains, but I still have your life in my hands. You are small and pathetic, and I intend to make you suffer beneath me.”

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An excerpt from my Lorrakan x Cazador fanfiction I haven’t released. I’m weary of using ao3 and wattpad, so I’m unsure of where I can publish the full fic. Not my best writing anyhow c:

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A short story of mine, at the moment titled “Demonfucker”, I began two years ago and still haven’t finished it. When I first began writing it I knew immediately I had to improve my skills as a writer as this piece is representative of something I want to convey correctly, and sensitively. It’s been at least a few weeks since I’ve revisited this story, primarily because of work. I’m hoping to fix that soon. Also ignore the formatting, I’m experimenting lmao The page text reads: I quickly break away my gaze and feel my face burn hotter than Hell, plaguing me with the same suffocating feeling of dread, nearly enough to sober me up. Heart racing and breath quickening, I fish my wallet out of my pocket and retrieve a fifty, slamming it onto the counter before abruptly standing up. Every step towards the door I feel my legs grow a little weaker, my heart beat a little harder, my breathing get a little faster. It was though the clawed fingertips of the Devil Himself had begun to caress my skull, my vision blurring and my ears ringing. For one moment, I felt as though my soul was dragged through the ashes of inferno until I felt the cool metal of the door handle at my touch.

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A piece I haven’t revisited in a while, a story I hope to one day share when I feel good enough about it.

Never thought I’d feel so vulnerable sharing my original writing.

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Text that reads: [pause] [laughs] Not quite a ghost, no. Give me your hand. [pause] You can touch me. But if I bring your hand here- [speaker brings listener's hand to his face] cold to the touch. [light brushing] You'll feel no breath on my lips. No warmth beneath my cheeks. No thumping of a pulse. Not alive, nor dead. [pause] A vampire.

For #writersappreciationmonth I’ll be posting some little tidbits of pieces I’ve written.

This is from my most recent script titled “I’ll Bleed You, You Breed Me” which has, so far, been my best performing script on Reddit.

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