New lore ~ Needle

A sneak peek at the next thrilling Lore of the Underlings episode,
which I’m writing as we speak (Episode 4 ~ Preview 10)

Photo by John K ~ Needle (inspired by the photography of Michael Leacher)

Morio must have felt that his shoes had gone loose for he bent at the belly to tie them. His plump hands nimbly found the soft, weathered boven-hide leather and laces but something sharp as well.

“Wow! Oh! Ho, that smarts!” he exclaimed with a wince of pain.

It was a needle still stuck from the Liar’s Tree.

He checked his pricked finger and saw that it bled, thick as hooven soup but red. So he kissed it and sucked at the running blood all the while yet doubled over.

“You make a good point,” he said to the stickler as if engaged in some civil debate. “But if you don’t mind I’d like a retraction. Better that than dicker or bring legal action to force a divorce and secede from this union made by the blade of an iron-willed faction against a mere fancy-free, footloose sole.”

Morio paused for dramatic effect. But, hearing no rebuttal back, the porkster mustered all his pluck and unstuck his pockmarked folk shoe.

“Ah,” he exhaled. “I smell defeat!”

Unluckily as he dethorned himself his system of checks and balances failed — so ironically though no longer nailed, the shift of state sent him a-sail, and thanks to the crooked planks on the floor, each one a conspirator and all at odds and war, he was at last toppled, order upset, governing body over head. Betrayed by the rules of a natural law that was traitor to his constitution, Morio found the upright overthrown and in the throes of revolution.

“Divided we fall after all…”

He tumbled away from the storied door and rolled downhill to the parallel wall. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thud.

John Cap called, “Okay there ‘O?” No response. “Morio?”

Then a slow and woozy voice. “This place… is surely full of pitfalls… truly unruly… but… O the thrills…”

“I guess, if that’s what you’re looking for.”

“I’ll bet this is some kind of play-house or pen…”

“Really dude, are you alright?”

“A funfair for children to frolic in…”

“More like an amusement park from hell.”

“To make us feel like boys again…”

“Only because you bumped your head.”

“Dizzy with dreams from way back when…”

“That’s just your concussion talking, man.”

“When we rode on the wings of the wind… in a magical land of mirth and men… where anything could happen…”

Suddenly a painful expression washed across Morio’s hazy face. As if his brain had been picked, his ears bent, or eyes peeled. Something had woken him up.

He listed left then let out an “Ooo!” and pulled the freed needle from his behind. “Yet you, my friend, are no magic wand.” He studied the silver spike in his hand, turning it over several times.

“And still…”

From the deepest depths of a bottomless pocket hidden within his handy pants, Morio conjured a swaddle cloth and wrapped the needle in it. “Since you’ve stuck with me this long… I suppose we should try to keep keeping on.” Then he stuffed the bundle away.

… to be continued. Stay tuned!


Previous previews of Episode 4:
1 ~ The watchman
2 ~ Dreams
3 ~ Halo
4 ~ Netherworld
5 ~ Semperor
6 ~ Halcyon days
7 ~ Punch
8 ~ Enshadowed
9 ~ Pale ghost


The illuminated lore project is an ongoing collaboration of
photographer Michael Leacher
and Lore of the Underlings author John Klobucher

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