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This is the official author website of Nolan Robert Stocklin, writer of extreme horror fiction.
The content on this site — including manuscript excerpts, imagery, and thematic material — explores extreme horror, psychological horror, body horror, religious horror, and deeply taboo subject matter.
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Graphic violence · Sexual violence · Child abuse · Religious horror · Body horror · Substance abuse · Psychological trauma · Murder · Extreme and taboo themes
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Psychological Horror / Extreme Horror
LOST HOPE
"There is no exit. There is only the loop."
About This Work
LOST HOPE began as an exploration of inherited trauma — the way violence, addiction, and self-hatred pass from generation to generation like genetic code. Gage's living room is a cage, self-constructed, its bars invisible but iron-strong. The air itself feels heavy, thick with stale beer and the phantom scent of blood. And somewhere in the static, something is watching. Something that wears his father's voice.
⚠ Content Warnings
Graphic violence and murder, child abuse and domestic violence, substance abuse and addiction, suicide and self-harm, sexual content, psychological trauma and mental illness, gore and body horror
THIS WORK CONTAINS NO SAFE SPACES. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED.
Excerpt
Six months ago. The memory ambushed him, a sudden, brutal clarity in the haze. His old apartment. The world tilting, the ceiling spinning like a broken carousel. His vision tunneled, the edges of his awareness scorching black, like film burning in a projector. Copper and bile surged in his mouth, a taste of self-poison. His body, a distant, failing machine, was no longer his own.
Then, her voice. A lifeline, faint at first, as if filtered through deep water.
"Gage? GAGE!"
Hands on his face. Aliah's hands. Warm. Real.
— LOST HOPE · Nolan Robert Stocklin
From the Manuscript
Scenes rendered from the text. These are not promotional images — they are moments from the book.
Gage's Apartment
Gage's living room was a cage, self-constructed, its bars invisible but absolute. The wallpaper had faces in it if you looked long enough. The VHS tape sat on the coffee table — unlabeled, warm to the touch, as if recently held. The static on the TV pulsed. The lamp light didn't quite reach the corners.
The Loop
She lay on the floor. Still. He sat against the wall on the edge of the frame, revolver raised to the side of his own head, arm trembling. The decision had already been made. The loop had already begun again.
The Court of Shame
At the head, seated on a throne woven from tangled wires and broken circuit boards, was Mr. Void — wearing a judge's robe spun from shadows and static. Before him in a semicircle: twelve versions of Gage, each a mirror reflecting a different facet of his broken self. The televisions flickered to life. The word WORTHLESS writhed on every screen.
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