Iris Obscura

Joined June 2022

134 stories

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Do I come across as crass?

Do you find me base?

Am I an intellectual?

Or an effed-up idiot savant spewing nonsense, like... *beep*

Is this even funny?

I suppose not. But, then again, why not?

Read on...

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Stardust Spun
From the city's screams, to country's gentle sigh, A woman finds herself under the twilight sky, In the field at sunset, where shadows lie,
By Iris Obscura3 years ago in Poets
The Syrian Daisy
In the valley where Aleppo’s shadow danced, A Syrian daisy, from roots of tradition wound, Found herself plucked, by winds of war enhanced,
By Iris Obscura3 years ago in Poets
Aqua-Equine Matchmaking
In the quaint coastal town of Saltbreeze, there stood a sprawling mansion, admired by locals and tourists alike for its imposing architecture and grandeur. It was the pride of the town and the responsibility of one person, Miss Clara. Clara was an exceptionally diligent maid who upheld the mansion's splendour with great tenacity. Her already colourful life took a whimsical turn when she was entrusted with the care of a peculiar set of residents – the mansion's sea-horses.
By Iris Obscura3 years ago in Fiction
The Windmills Dance
An Elder, with a Song entrapped, In the labyrinth of his Mind, it's wrapped. A Professor, of Architecture's lore, Seeks the Song's elusive Door.
By Iris Obscura3 years ago in Poets
Never a Last Song
Jasmine, in Jazz's tender thrall, Bids goodbye, her final call. One last Song, on Stage she shares, An end to Love, to Heartbreak's wares.
By Iris Obscura3 years ago in Poets
The Ghost Mime
A Mime, in Woods by night, misplaced, His steps in twilight's chill retraced. Lost he treads on hallowed Ground, Where silent Specters swirl around.
By Iris Obscura3 years ago in Poets
The Unraveling of Maths
In the realm of ambitions and dreams, we find Maths, an architect not only of monumental structures but also intricately woven narratives. A figure who dared to sketch grandeur in both ink and steel. Her rise to the pinnacle was a breathtaking climb, like an intrepid mountaineer ascending the majestic and treacherous slopes of Everest. Her life, her career, was that mountain, every step of progress carving an arduous path to the summit, the zenith of achievement, and the ultimate vindication of her craft.
By Iris Obscura3 years ago in Journal
Gilda's Eternal Quest
In yonder realm of Aerth's sinister swamps, where shadows dwell, Resided Gilda, elfin beauty, bound by love's sweet spell.
By Iris Obscura3 years ago in Poets
The Rhino Revenge Deluxe
In the thickest thicket of the deepest, darkest jungle, there lived a bustling metropolis of exotic wildlife, a sort of concrete jungle without the concrete. Here, the cacophony of squawks and growls substituted for the honks of taxis, and thick vines took the place of steel skyscrapers. Among its many residents were Peryn and Atasha, the rhinoceros couple, living in a sublime cave house that was the jungle's version of a penthouse suite, complete with a mud pool for entertaining, which they fondly referred to as their "sludge jacuzzi."
By Iris Obscura3 years ago in Fiction
A Mother's Shadow, a Daughter's Light
In a land of eucalyptus dreams, where crimson earth meets sapphire skies, I sense the memories of my mother's gaze, tender yet unyielding,
By Iris Obscura3 years ago in Poets
Rats
In sewers, she hides. Girl, alone. Water, murky. Echoes, distant. Rats, her friends. Above, a city. Ignorant, indifferent. She, forgotten. Hunger, constant. Dark tunnels, safety. She roams.
By Iris Obscura3 years ago in Fiction
The Venusian Cataclysm
In the merciless grip of Venusian entropy, the seething orgy of greenhouse gases had begun to choke the life from the planet. Desperation gnawed at the innards of the Venusians, their fluid forms writhing in a cosmic dance of survival. The implacable enemy of time bore down upon them, relentless and unforgiving.
By Iris Obscura3 years ago in Futurism