K.H. Obergfoll
Bio
Writing my escape, my future…if you like what you read—leave a comment, an encouraging tip, or a heart—I’m always looking to improve, let me know if there is anything I can do better.
& above all—thank you for your time
Stories (54/0)
Midnight Born
If only walls could talk—it’s a catchy if not unremarkable thing most of us say in passing. Only select few have ever witnessed such an occurrence—after all, who would believe them if they told? It’s genius really—something Abigail Hensley had grown up hearing—“mind the walls my dear, careful what you say. They’re always watching, always listening.”
By K.H. Obergfoll2 months ago in Fiction
The End Descendants: Withering Marshes
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Adrienne sat quiet, unsure of what to think as she listened carefully to the dull rain humming against the glass, lead-lined panes. Knowing for the first time in her entire life she would soon be alone. Hours, even days before you couldn’t have guessed this would be way it all would end.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 months ago in Futurism
Frost-Wood Cabin
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. Nothing appeared out of place—not a drop of frozen dew or any moss-ridden squirrels to be seen. One could even say the place was perfect; at least that’s what the reviews would have you think.
By K.H. Obergfoll4 months ago in Fiction
Frost-Wood Cabin
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. Nothing appeared out of place—not a drop of frozen dew or any moss-ridden squirrels to be seen. One could even say the place was perfect; at least that’s what the reviews would have you think.
By K.H. Obergfoll4 months ago in Fiction
THE QUEST FOR OUTCAST INVENTORS
“Oh no, where is it, where is it?” Royce Ashbluff muttered to himself as he frantically dug around his robe pockets and rummaged under the bed. He hadn’t been right since last Tuesday when an oversized flying contraption dropped a small package on his doorstep nearly hitting him squarely on the head.
By K.H. Obergfoll5 months ago in Fiction
EAST-BRIDGE SCHOOL FOR MISCREANT GIRLS
Jillian tapped her finger nervously on the edge of her desk, staring blankly at her phone. For the second day in a row she had received a text from an out of state number—“sorry we’ve missed you, please verify your address at the link below.”
By K.H. Obergfoll5 months ago in Fiction
Toddrick's Worm-Bone Soup
"Dragon tails or Dragon tales, maybe it was Dragon nails?" Why'd it matter. He wasn't going to eat his own kind, that would be barbaric. Toddrick thumbed through the tattered soup-stained rolodex in annoyance. He had standards after all. “It has to be here,” he moaned. His mother’s famed worm-bone broth recipe had eluded him—as it should. You see, there wasn’t actually a worm to be had in the soup; besides, worms didn’t have bones, and not to mention— it appeared he had forgotten why it was called that to begin with but that was neither here nor there.
By K.H. Obergfoll5 months ago in Fiction
Swirling Dragons
Chloe brushed past hedges of prickly ferns, the taste of blood fresh with every scratch. “Dragons…Dragons…” she shrieked just as she plowed head first into the soft golden belly of a red-spotted creature; stars filling her eyes just as everything went black.
By K.H. Obergfoll5 months ago in Fiction
HONOR AMONGST DRAGONS
Astryth peered curiously at the tepid night sky; she no longer saw any stars peeking through the mingling of clouds but she was certain they were still heading north. The air hung heavy; it felt like they had passed this same tree several times already.
By K.H. Obergfoll5 months ago in Fiction
