Trallion

“Uhhmmm…Sorry about that.” The boy who tried to touch his hair was stammering. “I didn’t know…”

Didn’t…didn’t know?! Nathair tensed more, glancing from him to Alessio as if the boy with the mismatched eyes had telepathy or something. But he was just assuming, wasn’t he? Why should he even care if the weird boy knew anything about him? He didn’t…[Read more]

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GRIMME

She looks down to see a child.

“Where can I use the restroom?” He is still tugging on her sleeve, eyes big, cheeks rosy.

She rubs the back of her neck. The kinky-coily hair rubs roughly against her hand.

This is … too many children. One, sure, she knew what to do. Three…[Read more]

“We’ll be friends now?” Alessio said, and Nathair’s crystal blue eyes skated across the room suspiciously. “They’re nice people, they won’t hurt you.”

Nathair’s eyes narrowed at him dully, his face turning…unnatural like plaster, stretching tight.

“I…I know,” Alessio gently tugged him upright. “Come on…”

Nathair tensely rose a little, and glan…[Read more]

Thank you all! This was super helpful!! I think I’m going to plan for hitting 80,000 words since that seems like a solid average length for this genre. Thanks again!

Mariah

‘It’s ok’? That’s what he said, but he meant ‘I forgive you.’

If this was to give him another chance at living…Nathair didn’t know. They had so much more than their differences and Alessio would never be reconciled to who he was after all. So why was it so intoxicatingly safe to hear him?

You’re scared of me.

Why didn’t he kill Nathair now th…[Read more]

@rose-colored-fancy

Awesome, thanks so much, Rose! I just sent you an email. And so cool that the story you’re writing is similar! 🙂

@krisb5678

Hi Kristen!

This sounds right up my alley, it’s similar to the story I’m writing! I’d love to beta read it, I have some experience with writing and critiquing short stories, and fantasy is my main genre.

My email is rose (dot) everdeen (dot) author (at) gmail.com, please do drop me an email to discuss the critique you need!

Hi Natalie,

I’m not sure if “Dark Fantasy” has specific genre connotations, but I would say my current WIP is of a darker tone for sure. The overall atmosphere is fairly moody and guilt is a prominent theme. I’ve got some monsters and tried my hand at writing creepier scenes as well. It’s different from anything I’ve written before, but I found…[Read more]

Popping back in a year later. Don’t mind me! 😀 Thanks for the recommendations, everyone! I read and loved Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell. I’ve also read some of N.D. Wilson’s books and loved those as well.

(lol)

@kimlikesart

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Awww 🥰

Ohh!!! Happy late or early birthday!!!

“…why aren’t you with your dad?” Nathair asked, sounding too whiney even for him to stand. “He seems nicer…” He squeezed his eyes shut and tightened his jaw.

Leana glanced toward him, cocking her head, before glancing at her father, who sat on the floor, looking at a young man. “I think… you need me more, right now.” She whispered, al…[Read more]

@kimlikesart

My B-day. Yes, I actually said that. Lol🤭 Also, Spring usually brings big changes in my life. Last year was high school graduation this year is some adult things.

@ragnarok @sarafini

😄

What’s your favourite thing about spring, Sarafini?

@this-is-not-an-alien @hannahrenner

“Well, Alessio, that’s your name right? It means you can move away, get a job, and live somewhere without your parents but you can’t make those choices yourself without someone signing off for you. If that makes sense.” ‘Alixer’ was saying.

He got the wrong name. Nathair watched scrunched in his corner in the room for lack of anything else to do.…[Read more]

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BURN

I twist my wrist free from Oscar. “Don’t touch me!”

Calm down. You’re overreacting. Just … breath.

Oscar very carefully puts his arms on my shoulders like I didn’t just tell him not to touch me. “It’s okay. You’re safe here.”

Grimme looks at my arm with brisk efficiency. I…[Read more]

“…may I hug you?”

That was unexpected. This one was Alessio, wasn’t it?

Fire was starting to flicker about his fingers and hair. An emotion called anger seemed to be with it. But not directed to Crorie. Nu. 2 could guess what Alessio was thinking about.

In the end, Crorie just nodded and let Alessio hug her. Although she did not return it.…[Read more]