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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The Open Line. Runner-Up in Tattoo This Line Challenge. Top Story - December 2025.
The phone rings only once. Like someone remembering then deciding against it. - He lets it hang— picks it up the second time.
By Iris Obscura8 months ago in Poets
An Invitation to the Absent God
In the wet black seam between forgiveness and damnation, I crack my legs open like a blasphemy. I do not tremble. I do not plead.
By Iris Obscura9 months ago in Poets
Light
1. The Leaving // Ache Earth is still Earth. Still breathing. Still bleeding. Still cracked at the hip and weeping sap like honey-laced pus.
By Iris Obscura9 months ago in Futurism
Iris Diaries: Structures Change . Content Warning.
Do I know everything? Pfft. Please. My daughter thinks she does — she's 5. My mother thinks she does — she's 75.
By Iris ObscuraExclusive • 9 months ago
Stillworld
TRANSCRIPT: Q&A BROADCAST – GLOBAL FUTURE SUMMIT 2137 Host: Elise Durand, The Horizon Hour Guest: Maxwell Bhaum, Director of the Horizon Initiative Broadcast Timestamp: -18:07:53 pre-ignition
By Iris Obscura9 months ago in Futurism
Silence Will Explain Me. Second Place in Tomorrow’s Utopia Challenge.
After the Decree of Davos, Earth was perfected. With need erased, response dissolved. The planet fell into joy, and soon after, apathy. We were born in exile—because someone had to be lucid at the last.
By Iris Obscura9 months ago in Futurism
Iris Diaries: Spilt Milk. Content Warning.
Milk spilt. What a quaint little euphemism for a very public mess. Oops—I fucked in a public place. Oops—it all dripped out like some lewd latte art across my thighs. Oops—someone saw. And by someone, I mean three teenagers, an old lady with binoculars, and a pigeon that’s now rethinking life.
By Iris ObscuraExclusive • 9 months ago
Drawer Bitch. Content Warning.
[Intro – Bouncy with synth chirps and kazoo stabs] [Sound: motel AC groan, distant TV static, soft vibrator noise ramping up]
By Iris Obscura9 months ago in Beat
She Was The Room. Honorable Mention in Harmonic Verses Challenge. Top Story - April 2025.
[Intro – setting the stage] I woke up tasting someone else's name. Teeth gritty. Mouth dry. I didn’t speak it— but the mirror fogged like I did.
By Iris Obscura9 months ago in Beat
The Storm That Itches
who the fuck are you? and don’t lie this time I’m not talking to you—I’m talking at you like thunder like a question asked too many times to be innocent
By Iris Obscura9 months ago in Poets
Will You Kiss Me After?. Content Warning.
Right after— no napkin, no shame, just you on my lips, thick and still warm, your name still coating the back of my throat
By Iris Obscura9 months ago in Poets
Iris Diaries: Everybody, Somewhere. Content Warning.
Everybody loves to be somewhere—eventually. Even if it’s not the place they meant to land. They drift, spiral, pivot, implode, rebrand. And around me? Oh, they all got somewhere. Eventually.
By Iris ObscuraExclusive • 9 months ago