Lore du Jour ~ Overlord

Photo by John K ~ Overlord

A serial writer’s notebook ~ from the pen behind Lore of the Underlings, an episodic epic…

Here’s another enigmatic dispatch from the land of the Lore, this time set in a World War II context. Sad to say, the oppression and inhumanity ridiculed in this farce are recurring themes, even in our own day. In fact and in fiction, we must not forget.

God bless the defenders of freedom. We would be silent without you.

Now here’s that passage from the Lore‘s upcoming Episode 8, “The Trial”:

Fyryx approached the stand extending his hand. “Herr Yin! Your papers please!”

Engyn’s knees wobbled. His wife Hoona sobbed. “We don’t want no trouble your honor,” he said and glared at his prodigal son.

Treygyn cast his brown eyes down to the ground. He could not bear the stare.

“Papers Herr Yin. I won’t ask again.”

Hoona frantically pawed through her worn old sow’s ear purse. She shook like a leaf. To her relief, she found the dog-eared green card she was looking for. “H-h-here d-d-dear…” The paper was warped and stained with tears.

Her husband took the card and squeezed her hand. Then Engyn surrendered it.

“We’re just simple oilers, commissar. Instigators and traitors we ain’t.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” spat Fyryx.

The grand inquisitor scrutinized the tiny document. He turned it over.

Then he studied the Yins themselves.

They were plain folk to be sure. Tattered. On the dirty side. And short — descendants of Guur-syr or some other sector of the south.

Their skin though was the envy of many, rich and tanned as the land itself.

“Businessman are you?”

“Family farmer.”

“With two sons?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Where’s the other one?”

Engyn pointed an oily mitt at a boy on the far side of the tent. The jittery kid was the spitting image of Treygyn, but in miniature.

“Trogyn. Please sir — he’s eleven.”

“So?”

“Tro is innocent! Leave him out of it!” Brother Trey wailed. He looked up and upset. “Mini me’s just a twerp, your worship.”

Fyryx ripped the card to shreds.

“Everything seems to be in order here mein Herr…”

Bits hit the floor.

“But you’ve still got some ‘splainin’ to do.”

Engyn and Hoona knew what was coming.

“How is it that you Yins were ever permitted to parent? Or licensed to spawn?”

Neither one dared to answer him.

“It’s time we had a law, a test, to weed the bad seed out. You mutants…

“If I were master of this race…”

Engyn mustered the guts to interrupt and mount a brief defense. A little resistance. His finest minute.

“Overlord, we’ve done our best with the lads.”

“W-we have.”

“Not good enough by half…”

[Photo by John K ~ Overlord]

~~~ The Lore is available in paperback, ebook, and audio formats ~~~

Lore du Jour ~ Vulcan

Photo by John K ~ Ironwood

A serial writer’s notebook ~ from the pen behind Lore of the Underlings, an episodic epic…

More Lore hot from the forge, my friends. The following shard from this week’s hammering features Vulcan, the Roman god. Fire is his calling card. The deity for smithery.

But then there’s that one from trekery too. Live long and prosper, all of you!

Treygyn looked drunk from drinking her in. He gazed at Xoxo. She at him. Each one mouthed the other’s name.

Treasured, her eyes glowed heavenly gold. And yet molten. Vulcan hot.

Fyryx looked not too sure what he witnessed, but he wanted to break it up…

[Photo: The planet Vulcan, aka Framingham, MA, USA]

~~~ The Lore is available in paperback, ebook, and audio formats ~~~

Lore du Jour ~ Mothers of Lore

Photo by John K ~ Red flower

A serial writer’s notebook ~ from the pen behind Lore of the Underlings, an episodic epic…

This one goes out to my very own mum and every other epic mother. The ones who know only kindness matters. And that’s why, loves, this Lore‘s for you…

The lore is for waking
Dreams lost in machines
For what dwells between and beyond
For virtues forgotten
Wiped virtual clean
For living lives worthy of song

The lore is for sweat
The lore is for toil
A heart full of blood
A fist full of soil
For hands of the small
Making worlds meant to fall
For love unleashed
To save us all
For evil’s end
For good

The lore is for sons
Stricken young who fight on
For daughters born burning
Love’s fire borne strong
For fathers and brothers
In arms though long gone
For mothers and sisters
Who bear every wrong
And wash the dirt
The hurt to heal
The souls of holes
We bare to feel
Whole and human
Born clean
Redone

The lore is for all
Of us dear friends
To recall
Forever and again

[Photo: Montebello, Quebec, Canada]

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Lore du Jour ~ Cloaking device

The photography of Michael Leacher ~ Cloaking device

A serial writer’s notebook ~ from the pen behind Lore of the Underlings, an episodic epic…

Here’s the freshest Lore I’ve ever posted — a passage I wrote just moments ago at the end of this week’s work on Episode 8.

Some setup first. During this episode’s epic trial scene, I needed to bring in a certain couple of characters without giving away their identities yet. There’s going to be a surprise, a bit of bait and switch. So I used the device of having them hooded and cloaked as per their local folkway.

Now they’re about to be revealed. So I took the opportunity to use a couple of appropriate Star Trek references: a Romulan ship’s decloaking and Scotty’s poor shields going down again.

You’ve gotta love the classics!

Hoona fell to her knees. She pleaded.

“He’s a g-good boy. It’s true, it’s true. You must hear the rest of the story s-sire. Ask Miss Xoxo. Oh, she’ll tell you…”

Fyryx walked away unmoved. He went to the center stand and stood.

He stared at the two folk in the hood.

“Yo, Xoxo! Show yourself. Decloak.”

“No!” said her guardian. “I’ll do the talking.”

“Well then! Shields down, mother Yo.”

[Photo by my friend Michael Leacher: Acadia National Park – Bar Harbor, Maine, USA]

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Lore du Jour ~ Rebel alliance

Photo by John K ~ Rebel alliance

A serial writer’s notebook ~ from the pen behind Lore of the Underlings, an episodic epic…

Here’s a snippet from this week’s writing as Episode 8 rounds the last turn for home.

It’s a courtroom scene, the trial of a teen, and witness is the village smithy. He’s on the hot seat, feet to the flames.

And in the cross-examination there lurks a gratuitous Star Wars reference. A bit of a force but par for this course. May the farce and the Lore be with you my friends!

The partisan artisan tried to explain and buy a little more time somehow.

“It’s largely harmless fun yer honor. Homespun yarns of my daddy’s dad, Grandy. Thought the boy’d enjoy them too. And he did. They mesmerized the kid.

“Grandy, he was an olde tyme journeyman, back in the day when they crisscrossed the island. Traded rare ore in all thirty-three sectors. Knew each one like the back of his hand. And o the epic adventures he had…”

“Surely the kind long since forbidden — pushing the limits, at our land’s end.” Fyryx fought the glaring sun and eyed the witness with disdain. “Now I see clearly who’s sparking dissent, casting aspersions on our regime. And forming a rebel alliance no doubt of fresh young revolutionaries.

“Pikesmen! Put this forger in irons!”

Ferrous steeled himself, but then…

[Photo: WWII Memorial – Washington, DC, USA]

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