Obsidian Words
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Fathomless is the mind full of stories.
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Earth and Ash
His house was immaculate, all grandeur and gold. Gilded frames of priceless art that reflected off the perfectly polished marble floors and columns that accentuated the unnecessarily tall ceilings. Everywhere you look there is proof of wealth; on one side there is a wall of water cascading into a pool of precious stones, on the other, a wall is draped with a tapestry that must have taken an age to hand weave- the story of some civilisation long since lost to time.
By Obsidian Words3 years ago in Fiction
Chasing Shadows in the Dark
The show lights are eerie in the dark. Statues monstrous in the shadows, and painted faces appear tormented in their permanence. I’ve been on the job for months and the graveyard shift still gives me chills. The air-ducts creak, but otherwise it's so quiet my heartbeat echoes in my ears.
By Obsidian Words3 years ago in Fiction
Two Roads Diverged.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and I… I took one path without much thought as to why. To be clear, that yellow wood was my life when I was young and impressionable, and that choice between paths was the difference of two entirely different lives I might have lived. That decision is the most notable division in my life, a point where I can glance back and see the diverging traffic and follow the transcript each option as if it had the chance to grow and culminate into separate timelines where one holds the person that I became and the other knows only a stranger that I fear to be. I recognise a canyon of difference between the person I became and that person that may have been had I made a different choice and it is startling. This is the point in my life where the path wasn't necessarily forged out in front of me with set slabs of pavement, but more a tugging of influences from either direction that could have torn me apart had I not chosen to step one way or the other and force those paths to separate.
By Obsidian Words3 years ago in Journal
Songs of my Life
I was raised on Friday nights filled with vinyl and CDs, of ballads, hits, classics and nostalgic melodies. My parents, sister, and I would dim the lights, pick an album and spend the night lost in the tunes. We had a wall of CD's a meter long and 2 shelves high. At one point I spent hours alphebetising them all, but I think I have up halfway through.
By Obsidian Words3 years ago in Beat
