One-Minute Epics: “The Yooper”

One-Minute Epics are poetic micro tales from John Klobucher’s Lore of the Underlings, a lyrical fantasy-fiction world. Please enjoy this installment…


The Yooper

It was a feast day throughout the land and Morio Yoop’s mother, a typical Nordswoman not to be crossed, had sent her son out on a mushrooming mission. “Murklees… and lumpums too, at least a pouchful,” she squawked from the kitchen window. “Or there won’t be any woodly stew!” Morio knew that wasn’t an option.

But he was a cheerful, agreeable lad — a mop-topped, porkly seventeener — and didn’t really mind the assignment. Not this morning anyway. Everyone seemed to be away, his best mate Jury Ogger included, and Morio needed something to do. So he whistled his way down Olde Wood Road and was deep in the cool, dark forest in no time.

“Hello again, friends!” he sang out loud to the trees, a great stand of ancient gray swillows, “I hope you’ve got something yummy for me.” He pulled out a small, worn sack from his pocket and took a big sniff of the musky air. “Tootstools?! Mother will be pleased.” Then he fell to his hands and knees and crawled.

Morio trolled the treasure trove before him, his tan eyes on prize after prize. He filled up his bag full of fresh, fragrant fungi until it was bursting. “There’s room for one more…”

But his reach reaped something unexpected this time — nothing. A fistful of air.

Morio looked up and into the void where the forest had been, and the farm field beyond. Only a hellish hole remained, a wide crater greater than Larnlark Lake. It was as if the hand of a giant had scooped up the land and everything on it. “What in the world could do this?” he stood and wondered. He found it overhead.

High in the blue sky a black apparition eclipsed, for a moment, the mourning sun. “Who are you?” muttered Morio, shielding his eyes from the glare. He heard a distant voice. It sounded familiar and came from the wounded ground. He leapt down into the crater.

Morio tumbled and stumbled his way to the hole’s dead center, the source of the voice, and discovered a tiny plateau capped with soft green grass and white flowers that looked like an altar. It took all he had to scale its tall, steep side but he pulled himself over the top.

“Jury?”

Morio found his lost friend on a round bed of petals in fetal position, writhing and rolling his red eyes back. “She’s gone, my love,” moaned the lanky young man. “Lam’s gone. That monster… the dark angel took her.” Then he suddenly recognized Morio’s pudgy face. “No, Yooper — you shouldn’t have come here… Go. Run before it gets hungry again.”

Morio comforted Jury, “Don’t worry, chum,” and slung him over his shoulder. “We’re going home. It will all be alright.”

Jury slumped into unconsciousness pleading, “Save yourself… leave me… I want to be with her…”

“We’ll save us all, Lam too,” vowed the Yooper, “if it’s the last thing we ever do.”

One-Minute Epics: “Lam and Jury”

One-Minute Epics are poetic micro tales from John Klobucher’s Lore of the Underlings, a lyrical fantasy-fiction world. Please enjoy this installment…


Lam and Jury

Long ago, on the warm clear morn of old Nord’s Midsummer’s Day, two teenage lovers, Lam and Jury, lay together in a field of white lillylorn gazing up at the eye-blue sky. Lam was a doll-like beautiful girl with silken black hair, sweet smile, and bright eyes. Jury, a tall lanky boy, adored her and had sworn so in blood at the shrine of Nor Dool at last moon, the moment he’d come of age. The resident seer, a prune of a man, foresaw for the nominal fee of five farns their destiny — joined forever in lore, entwined in a love story worthy of song.

Now the young man squeezed her hand. “Lam, come run away with me tonight and we can be married tomorrow.”

“Don’t be silly, my heart,” she giggled. “Father would cross the Desert Sea to find us. We’ll hide better here.”

But no sooner had the words left her lips than a strange sight appeared in the azure above them. An object from out of the blue. A darkness. It hung in the air as a pendant hangs from a necklace, motionless, but like it was watching.

Jury and Lam were all but dumbstruck, transfixed as if they were pinned to the ground. But all around them everything levitated like magic, drawn up to the sky — petals of lillylorn pure as snow, green leaves of grass, thick sticks, even stones. Beasts too, creatures great and small, were called to the black mass.

And then Lam followed.

Her limp body rose like a marionette while Jury, still frozen alive, watched in horror. He saw her float up up up to the specter unable to help her or even call out her name. She vanished in deafening silence.

Jury awoke in a crater alone, except for the shadow eyeing him. Nothing would be the same again.

But that’s a tale for another time.

Podcast of the Lore 017 ~ Episode 4 (part 6) “The Letting Pen”

Photo by John K ~ Lore in orange #15

Dramatic audio performance of Episode 4 (part 6) “The Letting Pen” from the Lore of the Underlings ebook series by John Klobucher ~ When Morio unfolds a secret map, things take an unexpected turn…

Podcast of the Lore 017 ~ Episode 4 (part 6) “The Letting Pen” (Replay from March 2014 at the House of Lore, Framingham MA USA, 15 minutes and 56 seconds)

Lore of the Underlings ~ The Podcast

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

Podcast of the Lore 016 ~ Episode 4 (part 5) “The Letting Pen”

Photo by John K ~ Lore in orange #16

Dramatic audio performance of Episode 4 (part 5) “The Letting Pen” from the Lore of the Underlings ebook series by John Klobucher ~ Vaam recalls the chilling evil that led them to this distant land…

Podcast of the Lore 016 ~ Episode 4 (part 5) “The Letting Pen” (Replay from March 2014 at the House of Lore, Framingham MA USA, 16 minutes and 41 seconds)

Lore of the Underlings ~ The Podcast

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

Podcast of the Lore 015 ~ Episode 4 (part 4) “The Letting Pen”

Photo by John K ~ Lore in orange #11

Dramatic audio performance of Episode 4 (part 4) “The Letting Pen” from the Lore of the Underlings ebook series by John Klobucher ~ Vaam awakens in captivity, an ancient lullaby on her lips…

Podcast of the Lore 015 ~ Episode 4 (part 4) “The Letting Pen” (Replay from March 2014 at the House of Lore, Framingham MA USA, 15 minutes and 59 seconds)

Lore of the Underlings ~ The Podcast

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