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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The River Queen. Top Story - November 2024.
CHAPTER ONE The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. It wouldn't have been an easy feat to conjure up on any other normal, unassuming day—but today was different. Anyone who knew anything about magic should have known something was amiss. The town—fearful of this obvious omen—gathered around the castle in frenzied chaos as the heavy metal gates slammed into the tepid dirt and the Queen’s guards stood silent waiting for what would happen next. Skyward plumes of red dust hovered over the moat giving the appearance of glowing crimson flames. It wasn’t the story anyone wanted to tell, and it surely wasn’t the way things were supposed to have gone.
By K.H. Obergfollabout a year ago in Fiction
CROWNED BY THE CURRENTS
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. But she wasn’t really gone. Queen Roniya lie on a bed of salted sea grass as the growing tide waters pooled around her. She must’ve fallen asleep. The journey had been taxing, arduous and even a mortal Queen needed her rest.
By K.H. Obergfollabout a year ago in Fiction
The Waiting Door
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. “He will kill us both if you do it…” Emma began. “Don’t even think about it. As a matter of fact, don’t you dare look at the door. I’m so serious Becca. You have no idea, no idea what he is capable of…his power, you won’t see it coming…”
By K.H. Obergfollabout a year ago in Horror
The Girl Who Killed Me
Back Story: Speculation ran wild at every shop and street in town on exactly how the latest girl had run away…if she had. As these things go, no one could recall her name. There were so many of them missing, who could keep track? Of course, this was just regular old run-of-the-mill gossip, and besides, there was no proof of what took place. So naturally, the juicier and more depraved the rumor became, the better. Some even speculated that maybe a serial killer had finally got to her. Just like the rest of the girls.
By K.H. Obergfollabout a year ago in Fiction
SOLSTICE NIGHTMARE: When Creatures Erupt from the Shallows
Remi watched from the edge of the window as another of the beastly creatures sprouted from the depths of the ocean, its serpentine body slithering over the rocks, climbing up and wrapping around the lighthouse like a pesky, thorn-encrusted vine—but what was it looking for, Food? Shelter? Light?
By K.H. Obergfoll2 years ago in Fiction
Summer Solstice Mausoleum
“Goodbye old wicked one,” Aiden Quinn hissed as he tossed another dead fish back to the cold, dark, choppy waves. No amount of sun could warm the air that the bitter salt clouded. The deepest waters begged for mercy as the weight of her oceans crashed into the nearby rocks. They were closing in on land, and not just any land: “the Isle of Wright approaches. Maybe they will have some rations to spare.”
By K.H. Obergfoll2 years ago in Fiction
The Solstice Mausoleum: A Perilous Journey to the Other Side
On the longest day of the year, a town revives an ancient solstice ritual and discovers its unexpected powers Solstice Quotes: “Out from behind the darkness viewed, the light again renewed. May strife and worry cease, with warming rays of joy and peace. The dark and cold of winter pressed its snowy blanket down. It stilled the land and bid it rest to dream beneath its frosty gown.”
By K.H. Obergfoll2 years ago in Fiction
The Gilded Spine Collective:
Snowest White or Snow as she would often be called—was always very smart and a rather beautiful young lady— adored by her friends, family and most importantly by her father. This was a feeling not shared by her father’s latest admirer a woman we shall call Tabitha, Snow’s step-mother. Snow never understood what her father saw in this woman or what the rush was for them to get married so quickly.
By K.H. Obergfoll2 years ago in Fiction
Bette Jayne: An American Great
It was cold and raining for the first time in many months. A blanket of thick heat hung in the air collecting atop pooling puddles all along the muddy drive in Silver-Bell Kansas, near Lake Serenity—though nothing about this beautiful place felt serene. Betsy Scott hadn’t even thought about lakes, or rain or clouds, not even a single blade of grass. In fact, she hadn’t looked up at the sky in ages; she’d been stuck in her head—worrying about what the weather was like where her husband William was and if he was cold or tired or hungry. It wasn’t easy being a military-farmer’s wife.
By K.H. Obergfoll2 years ago in Chapters
The Lost Princess Adventure: Ruby Queen and the Godmothers Avenge
Princess Raelle stormed up the front of her father, King Kieron’s castle—well, actually, it was her parents castle but considering her mom, Queen Rosaline was missing, she had grown quite accustomed to calling it her father’s castle and this was nothing short of a technicality. She was angry and clutching hold of a broken piece of her crown.
By K.H. Obergfoll2 years ago in Fiction
Harlan Wolf: The Boy of Winter Town
Harlan Wolf: The Boy of Winter-Town Winter Festivities: The Intro— Sadie Jane was typed in a cruel winter’s shadow at birth, pegged in a cold, stark autumnal hue. Her name faired quite the opposite, hailing from a long line of terse lips and stiff, crinoline dresses. Sadie Jane was everything one imagined when they thought of childhood—a free-spirited young woman with not a care in the world.
By K.H. Obergfoll2 years ago in Fiction
