Anna Oakheart

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Artist & dark (animal) fantasy writer. Currently writing the Amniland novel series (see pinned thread). 🌐 Website: https://annaoakheart.carrd.co/ ☕ Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/heartclock08 ✉️ Newsletter: https://annaoakheart.kit.com/

A screenshot of Novlr showing the word count and number of sections for Book 2: 78306 words and 102 sections.
Prompt: The villain was right all along. My response: She stares at me with her suffocating love. Her digusting beauty radiating light that burns my skin like paper. I scream as I scramble to escape it. You are one of us. "No! No, I am not a creep! I am not one of you demons!" My skin peels, revealing the nauseating beauty and deceiving light hidden deep within me. "No, this isn't me. I am normal. I am normal!" I repeat those words over and over again, paralyzed. There must be a cure for these unnatural feelings! She extends a hand to me. And smiles. What is normalcy?
Prompt: You wake up in a fictional world you've created. When I open my eyes, the first thing I see is a monochromatic cartoon hare standing in front of me with her back turned. "Mel." She turns around. Her eyes widen. "You... You're real?!" she exclaims. "No, that can’t be. This has to be a dream. It's a dream, right? Right?!" A twisted smile appears on her face; her uncharacteristic laughter sends a chill down my spine. "No," I say, petrified. "This is real." She freezes, her smile erased. Her glare pierces me as ink crawls around her fist to form a blade. "You sadist. Why did you make me?"
Prompt: You find out that it wasn’t an accident. I found my diary! I hold it like it's my most precious treasure. So many memories stored in it. Memories I had lost because of the accident. I flip the pages, reading slowly to absorb all the details written. Some memories return, others feel like they don’t belong. But as I keep reading, tears start flowing. I remember my best friend. She was with me when it happened, but she wasn’t as lucky. No one knows how I survived. When I read the last sentence, I freeze. My hands shake, nearly dropping the diary. "She'll get what she deserves."
Prompt: For 24 hours each year, every country goes to war. "Oh Great Rat!" says our leader. "Who is the best country in the world?" He's kneeling before an altar on which sits a chihuahua, its crown so big its whole tiny body fits in it. "Wah!" it says with exotropic eyes. Our leader turns to the others. "See? My country is the best!" "Nonsense!" another leader says. "He said mine was the best!" Our leader jumps on him, and they exchange blows, soon joined by the others. And that's how, every single year, on the same day, we all go to war. What have we done to deserve such leaders?
Prompt: It's finally time to return to your homeland... with an army. Screams of terror echo behind us. The baker and her delicious canelĂŠs; the amethyst-loving blacksmith; the retired local shopkeeper. As I walk the forest path, my minions marching behind me, I realize I never knew their names depite my youth spent here. We halt before the gate, the great manor looming over us. My hands tremble as I draw my sword from its sheath. I can finally keep my vow. I can finally do what I should have done years ago. I will save my sibling from that monster. No matter the cost.
As Mel walked away, she stopped in her tracks, her gaze turning to the other toons in the park. They were having fun, talking and yelling and laughing. Some hugged, others kissed. Some rode attractions or played games, others ate treats. For a brief moment, a smile made its way on the hare's face. There once was a time when such things did not exist. When smiles were scarce; when screams muffled laughs. They had gone through so much, and yet there they were, acting as if it had all been just a bad dream. Why can't I do the same?
A white, anthropomorphic cartoon hare with a slightly rubberhose-like design, standing on the tip of her feet. She has black bead eyes and spots that look like ink splatter, which cover half of her left ear, left arm and tail. The fingers of her right hand are also black. Her right ear is drooping, whereas her left one is bent, and both have two cuts at the tip. She wears gray pants and has a big, filled inkpot strapped to her back. Next to her is her name: "Mel O'Hare".
On top is the title, "Amniland", and the subtitle, "Book 1: The Cracks". Under the subtitle is a box containing the following list with emojis: Dark animal fantasy; cartoon world(s); anthropomorphic animals; ink and paint; dual POV; a (socially) anxious cat; a reclusive hare; a mysterious tragedy; a broken diarchy".
A photo of a laptop’s screen showing a Word document in which the beginning of Chapter 12 can be seen. The text is blurred, with some portions highlighted in different colors.
A screenshot of the daily writing goal panel showing 2,106 / 1,500 words were written.
After the tea, Chroma took her mother's advice and browsed the internet on her laptop for positive content. She logged in to the Forgotten Reality forum and joined its chatroom. The forum was about myths, urban legends and lost media — things that fascinated her. Despite her shyness, she got along with the other members. Especially the admin, who went by the username "SoulQuill", or "Quilly" as everyone called them. Quilly was, to put it simply, mysterious. They never talked about their personal life and would stay silent in the chatroom, unless the topic interested them. Any question about their life or their identity would be dismissed or ignored. Chroma valued her anonymity as well, for it was a crucial part of internet safety. But she would still talk about her life as long as it didn't give away her identity. For a reason that eluded her, Quilly had a particular liking for her. She was the one they responded to the most, sometimes ignoring other members. This worried her, for she had dealt with a similar situation before, and it didn't end well. Regardless, she appreciated their company.
A crow took a small twig in its beak and flew back to the tree where its mate was waiting, having brought some materials herself for the nest. The strange-looking bowl was slowly taking shape as the two went back and forth to get more twigs, weeds, pieces of tree bark and such. Mel was standing still under the tree, observing the couple starting their new life together. She didn't dare get closer, for she feared she would cause them distress. She had strayed away from the camp to take a break, as her legs had become restless and her mind had been ruminating, preventing her from focusing on the task at hand. After a moment, she resumed her stroll through the forest while making sure to stay away from the roads. She couldn't help but smile at the black birds all around her. This place felt so calming and peaceful, she wanted to stay here forever. But this wasn't where she belonged, was it? It wasn't safe. Nor did she deserve any of it. Yet a part of her disagreed. When her mind came back, she found herself at the border of the forest. Before her stood a barbed-wire fence covering a big area in which a lonely cottage sat. A silhouette passed by the window inside. What a pretty place, she thought. She lay low behind a tree as she watched the house and hoped to see the silhouette again. Whoever it was, they had the chance to live by the corvine paradise. Oh, how much she wished she had that chance!
"I think you should go see Dr. Marrork again," Kate said. "She has another solution." Chroma's claws went out. She had to bring it up again. Not that she expected her not to. She would keep doing it for as long as her daughter refused to even consider it — something Chroma couldn't blame her for. "No," the latter said. "Everything's better this way." Kate went silent. She had already used every argument she could find. Like the fact Dr. Katelyn Marrork needed the help of all patients to better understand the illness and find the best treatment. Or that Chroma would be way happier with the alternate solution. No. She was happier when not thinking about it. The attacks had become almost non-existent in the past years, thanks to the medication. Sure, she could get it from the psychiatrist only, since it wasn't on the market yet. Sure, the effect was temporary. But aside from that, there was no inconvenience. Once she calmed down, Chroma washed the paint off of her clothes before taking a shower. She pondered on the recent events. First, the Sylvan'Heart tragedy, likely caused by Mel O'Hare, with whom she shared her first metadream the following night. Then her illness manifested sooner than it should have despite the medication. An illness the hare had as well. Were these events related? Could it be a sign from the Guardian? Maybe. Or maybe she was overthinking this.
A white, anthropomorphic cartoon cat with a green left eye, a blue nose, and a pastel-colored spots that look like splashes of paint. Her right eye is hidden by her hair, which is dancing in the underwater current as she moves in circles beneath the surface. Her fish tail is rainbow, and the tail fins and dorsal fin are veil-like. She wears a yellow top.
Zorana took a sip of her tea. "I suppose it's original." Her eyes did not leave Mel, who was stroking her floppy ear. "We should let the police take care of it. We have other important matters to resolve." Mel stared at her for a long moment, expecting her to talk about other recent news, before looking down in discomfort. She glanced again to see Zorana still wasn't looking away, so she focused on her plate. Only when she finished her toast did her eyes shift back to her partner, a sheepish smile on her face. "Oh! You mean your sword?" "Among other things. Have you figured out a plan yet?" Not really. Since the scent trail led to a dead end, finding the thief was impossible, for they had left no clue behind. There was no other lead, so only a miracle could help her at this point. She told Zorana as much. The latter put down her cutlery and rested her chin on the back of her hands, eyes closed. "You should search the cottage again," she said. "We may have missed something there." "That's a good idea," Mel said as she wolfed down her scrambled egg. The cottage was the starting point, after all. Her eyes locked with Zorana's. The Bat Lady maintained the same pose, no longer touching her plate. Mel frowned. "What?" she asked. "To think our daily life could be like this," Zorana said with a faint smile. Mel's body tensed. She didn't know how to respond to this. She reciprocated the sentiment yet didn't want to get Zorana's hopes up. Even a smile could give her the wrong idea. "I missed seeing you in the morning," she went on. "Family meals were always… brighter. When you were around." She was reminiscing about their teenage years together, yet Mel was now more eager to resume her search for the sword. She tried to drink her cappuccino, but the intense burning sensation on her tongue made her instantly regret it, and she withdrew the mug from her lips with a grimace. She didn't have to look at Zorana to know the latter was laughing internally.
A screenshot of the @nyx.s.journey_ instagram account. The bio says "My meander travel with artificial intelligences. Strange worlds with their own gods. #mid-journey". At the bottom, there are painting-like AI images.
Book cover of "We Solve Murders" by Richard Osman. The cover art depicts a cat sitting on a bench/couch and looking up.
A photo of a book called "The Rage Of A Boy" by Edward Patrick.
A white, anthropomorphic cartoon cat with anime-styled hair, a green left eye and a blue nose. The hair hides her right eye and has pastel rainbow spots that look like splashes of paint. The left side of her hair is yellow, orange, red and pink, whereas the right side is white, green and blue. The part covering the eye is half-purple. There's a yellow spot on her floppy left ear, whereas a pink one covers half of her right ear. The three spots covering her entire tail go from yellow to brown to green. There's also an orange one covering her left foot and a brown one covering the other. She wears a yellow wide-sleeved top, with a strap over the right shoulder which is exposed, and a red flounce skirt held by a ribbon with a bow in the back (similar to a kimono).
A white, anthropomorphic, rubberhose-styled cartoon hare standing on the tip of her feet. She has black bead eyes, and black spots that look like ink splatters, which cover half of her left ear, left arm, and tail, as well as her right leg. The fingers of her right hand are also black. Her right ear is floppy, whereas her left one is bent forward. Both have two cuts at the tip. She wears gray pants and a big ink pot strapped to her back.
A paragraph from my novel saying: "The older car gave the younger one a kiss on the cheek while serving her the morning meal with tea."
A colorless work-in-progress of a cartoon cat drawn with anime-styled hair.
A small pixel art of a black cat looking at the viewer while lying on a jack-o'-lantern surrounded by candles.
A pixel artwork of a crow at the window of a castle. The point of view is from the inside of the castle, which is completely black. There's some grass outside and a mountain not too far.
My OC, Chroma, lying on her bed. She's reading a book under the light of her bedside lamp.
My OC, Chroma, who is an anthropomorphic cat, is lying on her bed. She's reading a book under the light of her bedside lamp.