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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Once More With You
Maybe I was meant to sail in darkness. The dark halo I see in others, is it a reflection of my own? My bright light peppered with salt, ravaged by time. Left to be neglected, forgotten and turned into the darkness. Darkness falls on us all, like the waves of sea where turtles and doves turn dark like night. Blanketing us with memories, seeping into our porous pores. Greying us with age until the vast cities within us falter towards the skies, breaking apart until they crumble. Wearing down to the bone before drifting away. No longer do stony mountain tops kiss upon fresh, foggy clouds, or break the dawn of our rising sun. No more do legends bask upon whispers of lost kingdoms, hither no more, wither no more. For we are the mightiest of kingdoms. We are the grace, the bless-ed few. No matter our vows to others and the fall-out that may come. We are the letter writers, the Calvary, the army sent atop horned beasts to bring war and defeat to all of our enemies upon the kings “best behalf”. Its only when we step into ourselves, do we learn to accept our fates, to fly with unburdened wings. To soar into the dewy moons and dust the stars in preparation for our valiant return. For it truly is a curse to see with half-hearted certainties—untamed, unfiltered and starved for touch. Left to wonder if any of this means anything. But in you, with you, it all comes flooding back. Something happened. Something changed, making me remember a feeling I had once long thought dead.
By K.H. Obergfoll6 months ago in Fiction
Arrow Storm
Send the sun!!!!! It wasn’t something many in the town had heard thunder from their Kings lips. Not in this lifetime, or the next, or the one before last. Centuries had passed and King Leonel was growing war-hungry, nearing his two-hundred-and-fifty-third birthday. She should have been here to celebrate.
By K.H. Obergfoll7 months ago in Fiction
Buried Truths and Cursed Vows
They were nothing but echoes in an otherwise empty home. To save his life, Mark Thompson would either have to kill her, or kill himself and this was proving to be quite a difficult decision to make. The problem was, people assumed she—his wife—had died a long, long time ago— something about an obituary, or an accident? A couple mistaken dates and a one hell of a slip-up at the DMV—later, he was in a pickle. He couldn’t just kill her again, how would that work? Besides, she hadn’t done anything wrong. She was the perfect wife, until she wasn’t.
By K.H. Obergfoll7 months ago in Fiction
The Haunting Whisper of Lies
They were nothing but echoes in an otherwise empty home. To save his life, Mark Thompson would either have to kill her, or kill himself and this was proving to be quite a difficult decision to make. The problem was, people assumed she—his wife—had died a long, long time ago— something about an obituary, or an accident? A couple mistaken dates and a one hell of a slip-up at the DMV—later, he was in a pickle. He couldn’t just kill her again, how would that work? Besides, she hadn’t done anything wrong. She was the perfect wife, until she wasn’t.
By K.H. Obergfoll7 months ago in Fiction
The Serpent Queen
The river was known to run as though it had a mind of its own. It had to, in order to save itself. Poisonous black dust plumed overhead, settling atop the swift moving waters as the currents fought to go backwards against all odds, snagging whichever poor, unfortunate soul decided to jump into its tepid streams.
By K.H. Obergfoll7 months ago in Fiction
The Purposeful Path
I resign. I resign from this station in the most symbolic way possible—through words. The oldest art of mending fences and straining minds. After all, this can’t be all there is to life. Worlds built and destroyed without a single care. Money comes, money goes, life fades and fleets and flits away—but for what? What are we if not ourselves? I promise, things will be better, they always are. At least this is something I tell myself as the days turn into months. It’s about time I took my life back into my own hands.
By K.H. Obergfoll8 months ago in Journal
Love Lost
My dearest-sweet James, The date is April the Eight, 1940 and I am writing to you desperate for some semblance of justice or closure, any semblance. The skies are bleak without you here, the world is different my love. I am plagued by the constant fear of what will happen next. Who you will be when you come home. Who I will be. How I will pick up these pieces and build a new life. One without you. I can’t believe those words are being written. What do you say about a man who gave you everything? How am I supposed to write a memento in the papers about a man who embodied the world. My world?
By K.H. Obergfoll11 months ago in History
Snow White and the Ageless Fountain of Youth
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder—or so they say. Most women would crawl under a knife to look this good, but not Snow White. Snow had a natural aura around her and a personality to match. Being a Princess—many assumed her life would be glitter and sunshine, rainbows and rows of suitors. But it was not. Snow spent her days scrolling, watching countless videos on women prettier than her bleaching their skin in order to be the fairest in the land, dying their hair to the latest set of trends, filling their lips with plumpers and cinching their waists. All the while, Snow’s skin was of the finest porcelain, her hair the darkest night and her eyes bewitching clouds of cerulean jade. She was in a word, stunning. No one else in the Realm had a beauty that matched her own—and yet, there was something secret Snow kept inside. A lull, dull ache. The desire to be normal. Snow didn’t think her beauty was as beautiful as anyone else’s. She couldn’t understand why she was still single at the blossoming age of thirty when all those around her were finding their soul-mates and having children.
By K.H. Obergfoll12 months ago in Fiction
