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
Indifference vs Deference
The isolation of indifference versus the denial of deference of self in prescribed preference of faded partiality. The allowance of fractured individuality in placation of those that are ‘other’; those with difficult questions yet no answers.
By Obsidian Words4 years ago in Poets
Kindness is Human Nature
Kindness is not just a human concept, it is written in the DNA of all forms of life - a basic instinct to protect the peace of your home to foster happiness. Contempt and hate however, are a human concept, born from a place of bitterness, a catalyst for anger that self-perpetuates. As the wise proverb states ‘holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die’ and far too many of us are willing to sacrifice ourselves as a way to strengthen our immunity to a sickness only forgiveness can cure.
By Obsidian Words4 years ago in Motivation
Business is Business
His trepidation is evident as his restless eyes linger for only moments on every element within the room. His thoughts displayed carelessly in his expression; discomfort, disdain, disinterest - disaster. He may not be playing poker but he has revealed his hand in the form of a royal flush that has crept up his neck and tints his cheeks with violent rouge. I’ve spent long enough reading people to know the suit well, the diamond edge of frustration distilled in the bitterness of his own lack of power - no chance of a win here and he knows it but even with the cards dealt he tries to deny it, to defy it.
By Obsidian Words4 years ago in Fiction
Sirens of Sorrow
“Many years ago there was a great famine. A blight upon the world when people tried to bend huge swaths of land to the will of their hands without thoughts on how the land was growing ever more sickly.” Elder Sandweaver paused in her telling as a mother left to console her agitated child. Shoredreamer had witnessed this story countless times told by countless others but the grace in which Sandweaver's hands moved and the expressions on her face were so visceral that she never failed to enthral her audience.
By Obsidian Words4 years ago in Fiction
Frosted Breath
My face is a heavy snow cloud numb with cold. My breath condensing into a fog so thick it blurs my vision and collects on my eye-lashes in swollen droplets that quickly froze into icicles. Every time I blink heavy tears drip from my eyes, drawn out with the harsh winds that lash my face. The tears crawl their descent down my cheeks, growing ever slower in the chill until they too freeze and crust my skin. Though I can’t see them, I know my lips are a concerning shade of purple and I dare not guess at the state of my nose. My hands are tucked tightly under my arm-pits but if there was any warmth to find there, they were numb to it. My teeth no longer chatter but the muscles in my jaw ache painfully in my efforts to quell the vibrating assault. The pain made it harder and harder to care about the possibility of shattered teeth despite how violent the clacking had become. I briefly considered tying my own jaw shut just to be done with the issue but the only thing I could think to use was my scarf and there was nothing that would make me expose my own neck to this biting cold, teeth be damned. Everything has a price. It was getting harder to decide what consequences were worth the gain.
By Obsidian Words4 years ago in Fiction
