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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City of Death. Top Story - August 2025.
A stout conversation on life prompted Geraldine Snow’s bout with necromancy. This included recent dealings with amnesia, anemia and a thick, resolve to live. If only she could muster up enough strength to break out of here, then the real fun could begin.
By K.H. Obergfoll5 months ago in Fiction
House of Turmoil and Ruin
So, this story was bore out of a simple curiosity, much like my other post (linked below). Plucked from all places obscure. I decided to go a different route, inspired by a faux Socialite in 1920’s Jacksonville mixed with a bit of intrigue and Gatsby. Here we go again:
By K.H. Obergfoll5 months ago in Fiction
The Outer Perimeter Society
I wasn’t planning on writing much of anything this week, maybe not even this month but I got wildly intrigued about the idea of completing another challenge and have always wanted to try one of these for myself—so be kind—as this is my first and I am not sure I did this exactly right. Today’s story is more of an inspiration from something a bit spooky and a lot less magic. I was feeling something in the vein of macabre for summer so I decided upon the “All Night Long” challenge—the guise of which intrigues me. A story that spans the whole night, without using the words night, light, dark, day. It’s a mystery, what will happen next, but I am excited to see where this story takes me, and you, the reader. I started with the title— "The Outer Perimeter Society” joyless, nefarious sorts of folk who inhabit the dusky, gloomy, shade ridden edge of our world. The ones who hunt in our obscure radiance and wait on baited breath for those of us who can’t help ourselves, and let curiosity win, even if for just a little bit, but what are they hiding, what are their secrets? Some of this is likely also inspired by my most recent movie outing to see: Weapons—which was a small treat. I love the doors it unlocked in the mind but wish it would have been slightly more realistic in regards to the missing persons, that would have been exquisite (imho). But for now, let’s see what happens with this story—hope you enjoy!!!
By K.H. Obergfoll5 months ago in Fiction
Birdie the Dragon Cat
Birdie the Dragon Cat was not particularly keen on hatching dragons. She’d rarely been around any save for her own mirrored reflections, and even that wasn’t very enticing. It wasn’t her fault she wasn’t like the rest, who were more dragon than not. Whose bright idea was it anyways to mix the two? Her puffy, face with its pesky whiskers, short stout legs and rosy paws confused all the others from the litter. Others for whom had fewer feline qualities with catlike faces and portly dragon bodies. Some even sprouted wings and breathed fire if they were lucky. They didn’t know what to do with the tiny dragon cat who was more cat than dragon. In fact, the only thing dragon-like about Birdie the Dragon Cat was a small patch of emerald green scales along the tip of her spine and a spiky tail, but even those were covered in patches of silver fur.
By K.H. Obergfoll5 months ago in Fiction
The Disappearing Block
I knew it was only a matter of time before I disappeared into the world forever, just like I had started. Lost to time. From ash to ash, then dust to dust. My entire life had turned a nauseating pile of mush leaving city blocks of our story vanishing into another shifting tide.
By K.H. Obergfoll5 months ago in Poets
Magical Beastly Botanics and Altered Potions
Lainey Roberts curled her lip in stilled satisfaction as the moon lit against her eyes, pooling a reflection that wasn’t her own. She wasn’t supposed to be out at this hour of night but she couldn’t help it. She had to see for herself what the plants were doing as she peered through the glass of her latest customers home. Sure enough, Mrs. Jennings had put her prized Fiddlewood on the northeast side of her house in the largest bay-window on the block, turning the plant to face the moon. Just as Lainey had requested.
By K.H. Obergfoll6 months ago in Fiction
Morgan Flannery, the Dragon Sorcerer's Daughter
Morgan Flannery had a secret, and not just any secret. She had a secret she, herself never even knew existed. You see, Morgan Flannery was perfectly fine ruling alongside dragons and everything about that was also perfectly fine until the day she turned sixteen when she stumbled across long-hidden family secret, the reason some of these dragons felt so familiar. How could she have overlooked the clues? Morgan Flannery was a dragon and not just any dragon—she was a sorcerer’s dragon—able to turn herself into a gangly, lanky, monstrous beast at the drop of a hat—much to her dismay, of course. How could she be expected to tame such unruly beasts if she herself was one of them? “Have you no worries,” Aunt Eileen’s comforting words settled into Morgan’s mind. "Everything will all work out. Over time you can hone these powers and use them to transform to and from your dragon. Don’t look at it like a hindrance, or a setback, look at it for what it is, a tool, a resource, a dream other’s wish they had. Not all dragons and their masters are such massive and wild creatures. You are made just as you should be, perfect.” The skies above were turning putrid shades of green as the Kings arrows pierced the Earth, setting the Land of Lyrid ablaze. Morgan felt her skin crack, her own dragon's fire brewing just beneath the surface as she unleashed the beast within. Together she, along with the rest of the Lyrids would strike one final blow. Arcane blasts would meet their ethereal shields and the Dragon Sorcerer's would be victorious once and forever more.
By K.H. Obergfoll6 months ago in Fiction
Goulhearth's Marvelous Institute of Wizardry and Other Magical Creations
Night drew Sienna Rosewood in like a hungry moth to a kindred spirit, with deep azure and cerulean blue flames, just like her own slow-burning fire. The sky dotted above, illuminating her path. The sounds of birds were still, the whisper of crickets chirping off in the distance devoured the quiet air until there was nothing left but her own faint footsteps trudging through the sand as waves crashed against the heavy rocks below. Sienna was worried, she knew she had to get back to the school before the moon struck twelve, just overhead. None of the other witches’ dragons had appeared at their monthly meeting and she was risking losing everything—her housing, her scholarship, her place on the committee—and all for what? An old-wives tale? Some secret superstition about paintings that no one believed? She began to wonder if what she was doing was right, after all, who did she have anything to prove to? Herself? Her Professor? Birdie Mandrake? Sienna was a fellow fourth year, soon to graduate and should’ve known better than to make a bet with Ambrosia Mandrake’s elfin daughter.
By K.H. Obergfoll6 months ago in Fiction
Goulhearth's Marvelous Institute of Wizardry and Other Magical Creations. Top Story - July 2025.
Night drew Sienna Rosewood in like a hungry moth to a kindred spirit, with deep azure and cerulean blue flames, just like her own slow-burning fire. The sky dotted above, illuminating her path. The sounds of birds were still, the whisper of crickets chirping off in the distance devoured the quiet air until there was nothing left but her own faint footsteps trudging through the sand as waves crashed against the heavy rocks below. Sienna was worried, she knew she had to get back to the school before the moon struck twelve, just overhead. None of the other witches’ dragons had appeared at their monthly meeting and she was risking losing everything—her housing, her scholarship, her place on the committee—and all for what? An old-wives tale? Some secret superstition about paintings that no one believed? She began to wonder if what she was doing was right, after all, who did she have anything to prove to? Herself? Her Professor? Birdie Mandrake? Sienna was a fellow fourth year, soon to graduate and should’ve known better than to make a bet with Ambrosia Mandrake’s elfin daughter.
By K.H. Obergfoll6 months ago in Fiction
Messaging Death: A Letter to my Killer. Content Warning.
Being somewhere, anywhere alive was fine, but I didn’t feel fine. I had only met one man I would ever truly consider evil, and that person was you. According to the local paper, across town only fifteen people had died today, same as every other day. That year alone, over a thousand and unfortunately for me, not one of them was you. Then again, not one of them were me, either. I pondered the way that would feel, or what would happen the day time ultimately stopped for me. Who would know, who would care? These are perfectly acceptable thoughts when your life is being held but I guess I won’t have to worry about those answers just yet.
By K.H. Obergfoll6 months ago in Fiction
