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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Angels & The Vulture Collector
“Were you supposed to keep her eyes open?” Isla asked curiously. It was her first experience with a freshly dead body and she still didn’t know how to feel, she shook away the discomfort as she turned to the wall of oddly colored glass bottles displayed on shelves nearby; some had liquid while others had brined bits of organs.
By K.H. Obergfoll2 years ago in Fiction
Do Rivers Accuse the Sea?
Don’t go into Idle Waters after dark, for they are surely cursed. It was something Tempest Densmore heard her father tell her as a young girl, a story of four rivers glee. And so, in part the story began, and as such the foulest, quickest of the Rivers joined together at a fork to complain to the sea— “why is it that when we flow into your tides so potable and sweet, you work us to such a change, and make us so salty and unfit to drink?”
By K.H. Obergfoll2 years ago in Fiction
The Curious Case of Demetria Rollins
Elijah Walton Henry sat at a desk at Penman Press writing tabloids and local gossip when he stumbled across what would soon become the story of a lifetime. It wasn’t anything he’d planned but it just so happened to find him nonetheless, and find him it did, in the most haunting of ways.
By K.H. Obergfoll2 years ago in Fiction
Queen of the Forbidden Palace
She set upon me like fire. The curve of her spine aching for more. A lunar spirit in wild, throbbing throes. She lies calm and motionless in her cage. Her feet—bare and smooth held little indications of the chains that kept her bound to her post. She donned the most expensive linens, dyed—bright emerald green, tantric black and lively blue. Where most of the King’s women draped themselves in thick, floor-length gowns of muted gloom—Samaria ensured all eyes found their way to her, and before today she’d never thought of looking at any other man.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Art
The Maid of Innovation
“Too bad there isn’t a key for this, a button that could make all our tasks happen without thinking. The mechanisms of the brain formed into a system that knows exactly what to do without us telling it…” Lydia moaned, tucking her hands back into the warm confines of her apron pocket.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in History
The Cloud Gift
“Becky’s gone,” Reid whispered— “just got the news. Thought you’d like to hear it from me first.” Chelsea hadn’t even noticed Reid come up behind her as she sat looking out over the rambling cliffs. It was the last sacred place in town, the only place not yet touched by the evils of their world—which— up until now had been like every other normal city by the sea.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
Madam Tart's All-Magic Reproduction: Fine Ink, Candid Creatures and Second-hand Robe Repair
“Don’t consider me a teacher, consider me your friend…” Professor Grendelere cooed before being rudely interrupted. “No, no, no. You’ve pinned the pants on the form incorrectly my dear, clearly you never did an internship at the Cloak-and-Quill… I’m sorely disappointed,” Professor Grendelere hissed, her wand whipping furiously across a sea of fabric as the pins righted themselves on the silken material leaving tiny tears in their wake.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
