Iris Obscura
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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 Taste of Lost Summers. Runner-Up in A Taste of Home Challenge.
Despite ample shade under the olive trees, the sun baked the earth — scorched it even — branding every stone, every blade of grass, every inch of that cracked yard with the memory of summers lost. The earthen house — nanna’s house — stood stubborn against the heat, its red-tiled roof sagging like the tired spine of an old woman who’d seen too much. Every summer, we migrated there like moths to a flame, pulled by a gravity we didn’t understand but couldn’t resist. A ritual. A sentence. A salvation.
By Iris Obscura11 months ago in Feast
Iris Diaries: Zeela's Story
Zeela. Bloody Zeela. A name that should’ve been stitched onto a protest banner but ended up smeared across the ruins of her own life instead. Born into a family where revolution wasn’t just a word - it was the air they breathed, the smoke they exhaled, and the reason they forgot to pack her lunch. Her parents were comrades first, zealots second, and somewhere down the list, occasional caretakers.
By Iris ObscuraExclusive • 11 months ago
Iris Diaries: Fix the Bloody Frame
That bloody frame. It’s been crooked longer than you care to admit. Tilted just enough to piss you off every time you look at it. Just enough to sit in the back of your head whispering, Oi, get up and fix me, ya lazy bugger. And you could, couldn’t you? All it’d take is a couple of steps - no, scratch that - one step, two fingers, and it’s done. Straight. Sorted.
By Iris ObscuraExclusive • 11 months ago
