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 (89/0)
A Date with Fate
Vera Pennington adjusted her glasses as she sat pensively looking at the small screen in front of her. She had not expected to find love so quickly. It was hard for her to put the words together but between the half-dozen horrible dates she had subjected herself to this past month alone, what did she think would made “Just Jim” any better or different than the rest of her online suitors? It was a well-known fact amongst all of Vera’s friends that she had all but had given up on the whole idea of dating and finding love when “Just Jim” messaged her that Thursday, a week before her life changed forever. She had been surprised by how easy it was to talk to Jim and their conversations went on for hours and hours and before she knew it, the hours had materialized into days.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Humans
The Last Known Flight of Emma-Jean
As Jimmy K lowered the lever and got even closer to the water, he could smell the salty spray as he swung the door open. “C’mon Emma Jean, don’t fail me now” he muttered under his breath. The searing annoyance ate at him like fleet of hell bent wasps. For the first time in his career he knew he was in trouble and would have to think fast. Out of habit he pulled the black leather bound book out of his pocket before looking at the dash in front of him. It wouldn’t really matter if he documented the coordinates now; he was a dead man regardless. Leaning back he pushed several matte black buckets out of the plane door. Sweat dripped down his face as he began to think of which direction he wanted to head. The sky was the limit; this might be his best feat yet. Gazing down at the gas gauge he pulled up before putting the plane into auto-pilot mode.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Criminal
Witness List
Tessa Ryan quickly locked the front door of her empty home as she stood in her foyer soaking wet, out of breath and covered in blood. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as panic and dread filled her body. All the lights were off but the open living room and kitchen illuminated in bright baths of thunderous light as the sheets of rain battered down around her small home on Poinsettia Avenue. It was nearing eleven-o-clock and thankfully for her, her husband and two small kids were out of town for the weekend on a camping trip giving her much needed time to get rid of the evidence and put her plan into action.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Criminal
Wrongful Trust
The farm house on Willowshire Lane had been in the Hollowell family for years. Some might say it sank its clutches into poor Buddy Hollowell but to those who knew him, it was the other way around—well, that is, until she came along. It was the prior winter when he met Meredith Lawson, a young twenty-two year old fresh out of college who had applied at the firm of Hollowell and Sykes and it wasn’t long before the now aging Buddy Hollowell had taken her under his wing. He was well on his way to a third “retirement” in the legal field and was looking forward to it—which was his mindset until Ms. Lawson came to the firm. Meredith Lawson was an eager woman—spritely, precocious and full of questions and Buddy soon realized she was overqualified for her job as his personal assistant and decided to allow her to take part in his investigations.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Criminal
A lone Sagittarius amongst the stars
I believe it was written in the stars or as my favorite quote from my weekly tarot reading a dozen or so years ago read "A champion of truth, peace and justice- they always find their true vocation in the service of those who suffer”, of course, as you guessed, “they” refers to me and my fellow Sagittarius!! Of course, whether that quote has anything to do with how we are, this intuitive art form of Tarot Reading was so deeply connected to my zodiac sign that morning that something about it lured me in on a quest to find more out about myself and my arched-arrow-holding half-man half-horse centaur.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Futurism
