At First, You’ll Feel Special

Scrap Piece + Word Count: 1012 Trigger Warnings: mentions of abuse, violence, implications of assault, main character uses force to make a point Written by: Del Rey Prompt Used: At first you will feel special, not everyone knows what that’s like… many of us cried like children… many of us were children… Extra notes: This…

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Of Little Faith

Short Story + Word Count: 946 Trigger Warnings: heavy religious themes, depictions of bodily mutilation, violent metaphors for depression and trauma Written by: Del Rey Jean Requested? Sort of! Extra notes: This was an experience I had during a spiritual gathering of my church family a long time ago. My pastor’s wife loved this testimony…

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Broken Ornament

Random Story Piece + Word Count: 1315 Trigger Warnings: mentions of nudity, mentions of sacrifice and rituals, mentions of calamities Written by: Del Rey Jean Requested? Not Technically Extra notes: This was written during my 100 prompts in 100 days challenge. It takes place sometimes after Edge tried to die on Gabe and then came…

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Inked Photograph

Finished Short Story + Word Count: 2159 Trigger Warnings: Canon Typical violence, onset blindness, violent metaphors used for mental health struggles Written by: Del Rey Jean Requested? Yes! Extra notes: I opened up my tumblr for taking fanfiction requests for Attack on Titan a while ago – learned quickly that I cannot handle that much…

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Vampire Taxi

Finished Short Story + Word Count: 1018 Trigger Warnings: Not really a trigger warning, but the main character makes a very questionable decision. Written by: Del Rey Jean Requested? Not directly, but yes. A discussion on Facebook went from talking about taxis to talking about my favorite vampire, Armand, because I knew of a cab company called Armand’s Cabs,…

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Wild & Cruel

How come my body can make these movements and not the others, I muse inside the haze of my mind. It is a humid, muggy day in there, in my mind. It’s filled with fog from a chilled morning now warming in the wet heat and I can’t form coherent thoughts outside of fear or basic commentary of the situation I have found myself in.

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To Lose Your Only Friend

You’re fine. You’re fine.

But you’ve gotta breathe for me now. Give me that much, old man.

My hand slaps against yours and I’m holding on like I’ll fall into the sky if I let you go. Who knows? Maybe I will. Just curl your fingertips around mine. Come on, Edge.

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