K.H. Obergfoll
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Writing my escape, planning my future one story at a time. If you like what you read—leave a comment, an encouraging tip, or a heart. It is always appreciated!!
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Lyndryth, Protector of the Lost
Of all the dragons come before him, the Mysterious, the Clever, the Dead, and the Missing—Lyndryth was the most important of them all, or, at least, that is what he would come to realize. But truth be told, Lyndryth was a strange, homely looking dragon, a rich deep purple skinned beast sporting a spiked-back and gapped teeth; he was: “Lyndryth, the Protector of Creatures”, a mighty fine name if it wasn’t for all the chub that bunched around his oversized middle like a tubby inchworm.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
CIRCLING CHAOS
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Althea had been told not to go off the ship, she had been warned. The consequences would be dire but she couldn’t stay away; the stairs called to her, beckoning her to have a look, that’s all—just one simple look.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Futurism
Earth Station Eradication
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Of course, that’s what they’d like you to think. Nonetheless, a chill went up Rowan’s spine as a series of shrill guttural screams emanated from a room somewhere in the back.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Futurism
THE SKYLINE EXPRESS
Must have been a bad dream—Clara thought as she shifted into a more comfortable position. It had been her best sleep yet—the most she had gotten in months—but it wouldn’t last for long, little did she know how much her life would change once she opened her eyes.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
FERRIS FAMILY SECRETS
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It wasn’t particularly bright but somehow it appeared brighter the closer you got. Even on the sunniest of days the light from the candle could be spotted from the tree line, begging me to look, begging me to come closer but I never did, not even once.
By K.H. Obergfoll4 years ago in Fiction
HOUSE OF HORRORS
There were always stories, you know them. We all grew up on them; some of us even watched them play out on late night television shows—the dead, the missing, and the forgotten. But this story—this story is much, much different, much darker, much more forgotten.
By K.H. Obergfoll4 years ago in Fiction
