Obsidian Words
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A Night to Revenge
Tamlin stood, head bowed, jaw clenching with unspoken tension. I didn’t even have to slip into his mind to know the thoughts that plagued him. His golden hair was longer since last we stood in the same room, his eyes still shadowed with sleepless nights but otherwise he looked the part of High Lord, or had until he could no longer hide his desperation.
By Obsidian Words4 years ago in Filthy
Never be Quiet
Reality is a dance between our whispers and our screams, we can fight for our rights though mostly it's in dreams and despite all the doubt we will rise up and we riot, we must rally to remember to never be quiet. We are renegades in our fight for freedom of self that should be surrendered without question, hell it’s a matter of health.
By Obsidian Words4 years ago in Poets
An Elite Spread
Peanut butter is elite, a monarch in its category, liege of spreads and saviour of poorly seasoned dishes. In the summer of 2020 a friend and I confirmed our theories on the near magical properties of peanut butter. New to cooking vegan dishes, we were nearly undone by our chickpea curry, it was lacking in many categories; texture, colour, smell and most importantly taste, but several heaped spoons of that golden paste later and we were set. This was a summer of discoveries, experimentation is the key to development no matter the genre and we were on a warpath; peanut butter in coffee, in soup, on bread with banana (a classic to be fair), or on particularly lazy nights simply adding a scoop to boiled rice, hell we were ready to start moisturising with it at this point. Later that summer was when we found the pièce de résistance of our dishes to date, rice paper rolls. In all honesty I had been making them for years, and had loved them since my introduction to them whenever that had occurred, but the addition of peanut butter to my usual sauce had brought a wholly other love for them to light.
By Obsidian Words4 years ago in Feast
The Era of Fate
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Tales speak of a time when they may once have roamed the plains freely, a time before the Valley had cracked its way across the plains and the land was morphed into something new; but those stories had faded with time until truth had become the brethren of uncertainty and dragons had drifted from the sky.
By Obsidian Words4 years ago in Fiction
