Nollie O'Nell

@this-is-not-an-alien @ragnarok

Could I bring in someone else? 🙃

And if yes… which rooms/people would you like them to be dropped with..?

Hi Cathy! Your work sounds so intriguing!! I’m so happy to hear where you stand on Dark Fantasy. So I’m not alone, then?? 😅

My WIP is a short story (possibly novelette depending on where the ending lands) about a teen boy who enters the dark, forbidden woods where monsters lurk who used to be human. I may post a link on here once it’s…[Read more]

Wait, what’s happening?!?!?!?!? 

Before Sherlock could object, he had locked Nathair in the other room. Just lovely. If Nathair got out, Sherlock was certain he would kill him. Disobeying every command he gave, Sherlock’s body started walking to the throne.

NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO!!!!!!! 

He was not okay with this! NOT! Oh great, now h…[Read more]

Oh I love Dark Fantasy!!! I like writing psychological fantasy thrillers!!

Mine usually have some pretty dark and gruesome themes but it will have a very beautiful beautiful hauntingly hopeful ending (theoretically speaking 🫠)

But I like darker more complex deep stories and you’ll find people here who will chat about any topics and controversies…[Read more]

The room is so large it’s a cage.

So quiet.

The tiles are patterned black and white, thorny white and flowery black. Nathair closes his eyes and gives a soft laugh. Oh this brings back memories.

‘You’re very interested in keeping as many pieces as possible.’  It didn’t matter what strategy game he played with Alessio, the little boy was so int…[Read more]

[@this-is-not-an-alien, You enter the door.]

[The room is large – almost unfathomably so. Pillars reach to the roof, each shaped like thorny vines. They support a roof so far above you that it is shrouded in shadow, except for the occasional dim light from rose-shaped lanterns. The marble under your feet resembles a chess-board. Each white tile h…[Read more]

What just happened? Did Sherlock just witness a homicide? Hmm… Looming over the body, Sherlock investigated. Needles, that was the murder weapon. Considering that Arsene hated needles, this Nathair person might come in handy.

Wait, the body moved. The person was still alive. Augh, choices, choices, choices…

[Sherlock sits on the throne,…[Read more]

*will just make Leana ignore/not hear this conversation, because… the result wouldn’t be good*

Great.

Nathair crosses his arms and frowns at the stone throne with every fiber of sarcasm in his being.

Then he glances at the shadowy figure pacing.

Nathair approaches the figure and stabs him through the chest with a needle.

“Oops.” He smirks at the corpse before he walks up to the velvet throne and just starts stabbing the cus…[Read more]

[You approach the throne despite the uncertainty. You are correct in assuming that uncertainty abounds with any decision you make.]

[As you get closer, you see a streak of light fall behind the throne – a door has cracked open just a bit. Barely anything. But in the darkness of the room, this thin sliver of light shows … things perhaps better l…[Read more]

“Sherlock’s the same age as me, but I was born first.” Arsene said with the definite satisfaction of someone who bested his brother in something stupid. “I’m sure I’ve mentioned this at least once, but I’m not human. I’m a dragon hybrid. Hence, I’m not obligated to follow the basic aging process.”

No, you never mentioned that before!?!

Ale…[Read more]

The story shifts with a snap like the strings of a marionette at the end of a play.

Nathair finds himself in an empty, stone room silent as death.

A soft clip clop echoes louder and louder as the world bends.

And there is a stone throne ahead. So clean so large, but Nathair remembers when it was bloody, latched with chains that clicked and…[Read more]

@hannahrenner

I feel like we’ll die if we approach the throne, but let’s do that anyways. My answer is yes.

“You’re hilarious.” He said, staring at him for five whole seconds. Arsene just smiled. Said nothing. Just smiled.

Alessio came to the uncomfortable realization that Arsene was not joking. “How are you supposed to be that old? You’re a child!”

“Sherlock’s the same age as me, but I was born first.” Arsene added.

Smirking, Arsene presented…[Read more]

John frowned at him for several seconds (even with the mask his perpetual disgruntlement was almost audible).

“How old do you think I am?” He asked in a tone that made Alessio feel like anything he said next was going to sound stupid. Nevermind, forget that. Everyone here wasn’t his enemy, he was supposed to be trying this ‘nice’ thing to ‘make…[Read more]

BURN

“Details. Now.”

The world warped into gray-gold sensations.

Sticky like honey.

Chalky like ash.

Warm like both.

Round and frail.

I feel my blindfold – it’s replaced the bandages. Finally. And the infection is gone.

“Hey.” Grimme calls – her voice is close and how did I not know she was coming? “Does that feel better?”

“Yep.…[Read more]

Leana felt something warm drape on her shoulders and glanced up just in time to see Arsene skipping away toward Alessio and John. She smiled a bit, He’s sweet, and adjusted the blanket. Will it be cold, where we’re going..? 

She struggled to hold down mirth, as she listened to the men talk. That John was only nineteen, was shocking. But not nigh…[Read more]

Alright, group count. Arsene was 90% sure that Crorie was in the clothing or weapon section, Alessio was talking to John, and Leana… was asleep? Yes, she appeared to be asleep. Arsene should have been more observant of that. Oh, look there was a blanket right there. Taking the blanket, Arsene put it on Leana, before deciding to mess with Alessio…[Read more]

Alessio fidgeted awkwardly, glancing at everything in the store. He stretched his hands, closing and unclosing trying not to touch anything. It was too good to be true and he didn’t know the drawbacks. Maybe, maybe “Amnesia” decided to give them resources to make their struggles later more entertaining. But he didn’t want to depend on anythin…[Read more]