Obsidian Words

Joined May 2021

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Obstent / Obstention (uhb·stehnt / uhb·stehnt.shn)
IPA: øbstent / øbstentʃən I am obstent in this life—a stone tossed into water without ever making waves, or even ripples.
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Fiction
What are 'We' if 'I' am Nothing?
“Into the Aether, The Space between spaces. We submit ourselves And forfeit our faces. We gift you our names,
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Fiction
The Weight of This Feeling
Why is it always the weight you cannot measure that feels the heaviest? My lungs feel too large to fit in my chest, yet they are compressed into nothing with the magnitude of my worry.
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Fiction
Maybe. Top Story - October 2023.
I feel it again. That fog that makes me feel like a version of me, That's not me. The weight of unshed tears hangs behind my eyes,
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets
Shatter
She shattered, but not the way glass did. There was no pretty tinkering as the pieces scattered about, no large crash so that everyone turned and stared.
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets
One Hundred Word House
We are nearing thirty, cutting corners to save, hoping to one day have a place of our own. Our scale of what’s ‘acceptable’ disintegrated over the years as we became more desperate, collecting housemates and depts like trophies along the way.
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets
The First Introduction. Runner-Up in Extraterrestrial Challenge.
They touch down More, crash land And make a gesture With a six-fingered hand They look curious Though mostly lost
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets
The Years of Me
CHAPTER 1 - Enter Stage Left CHAPTER 2 - The Duality of ‘Dad’ CHAPTER 3 - BLANK CHAPTER 4 - BLANK CHAPTER 5 - BLANK
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Chapters
Oragami Heart
I've always loved you With four words you fold me Origami-style creases lining my heart It was laughably inevitable
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets
Snapshot of Earth
I can see the twisted metal My eyes water from the light The impact from your landing Gave the locals quite a fright
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets
I'm Drunk
I’m drunk. Again. And it comes with a kind of nameless desperation. But more background noise than a nagging presence.
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets
The Tangibility of Dreams
I was told I was going to die today. The news was aimed at me, point blank. The specialist rattled off facts that hit my ringing ears like spent shell casing meeting concrete. The barrel of a gun pressed flush to the space between my eyes as he detailed the way my body was set to destroy itself. Finger already on the trigger and poised to pull as he told me the statistics for survival. A pretty way of saying ‘buy your coffin now while it's on sale’.
By Obsidian Words3 years ago in Fiction