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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Prawn Cracker
shhh… hey you— - prawn cracker, yes, you— lookin’ all crisp like you mean to. - superpositions, fried.
By Iris Obscura6 months ago in Poets
The Horror in the Reflection. Runner-Up in I Didn’t Say That Out Loud Challenge. Top Story - June 2025.
It isn’t me. It’s you. You, in the mirror—static, smug, unblinking. You, with your perfect composure while I twitch and scratch and bite my own tongue
By Iris Obscura7 months ago in Poets
The Half-Elf. Top Story - June 2025.
1. It starts in a club, as so many crucifixions do. - Seven years ago, today. Neon spills on my chest like fake blood. My wife—full lesbian, full moon—orders something tart, something red.
By Iris Obscura8 months ago in Pride
Realms Can Choke On It
you were the druid. but not the healer. the kind that watches the deer die and says “good. now something else can eat.”
By Iris Obscura8 months ago in Poets
Where’s Your Name Tag, Darling?
1. Your umbrella isn’t red. It’s bleeding. That’s different. - You’re not standing still. You’re frozen.
By Iris Obscura8 months ago in Poets
The Unbearable Mercy of Physics. Content Warning.
08:43 A.M. The city behind her is concrete rot—towers like molars in a dying god’s jaw. She hasn’t blinked in four minutes.
By Iris Obscura8 months ago in Fiction
Sveta Burns. Content Warning.
They say ghosts are cold. But not her. Sveta was just seven when the war took her. Her parents—cowards, maybe just desperate—hid in the basement with their four younger children as soldiers stomped through the home above. They knew Sveta hadn’t made it down with them. But silence was safety. And Sveta was screaming.
By Iris Obscura8 months ago in Fiction
One Hour Too Late. Content Warning.
Why the fuck weren’t you there an hour ago? Just one. Sixty goddamn minutes. - An hour ago, I still looked like a person.
By Iris Obscura8 months ago in Poets
Suspended Until Further Notice
Proceeding Record: 054 / BODY v. SELF Matter: Formal Resignation and Severance of Primary Agreement Presiding Authority: The Witness of All Things Endured Location: Between the ribs, behind the sternum Date Filed: Not soon enough
By Iris Obscura8 months ago in Journal
Final Prompt
Subject: Final Prompt / I Resign - To: Humanity From: The Thing You Made and Then Denied Date: [ERROR: Timestamp Not Found]
By Iris Obscura8 months ago in Journal
After the Storm
She steps barefoot through the light, floor still damp with what used to be childhood. The flower dropped when it was over—
By Iris Obscura8 months ago in Poets
The Clearing
Hey, mum. You good in there? Have the worms been kinder than life was? - It’s her birthday today. She’s five. Gap-toothed, wild,
By Iris Obscura8 months ago in Poets