Charles Larch
Charles Larch is a nom de plume for the author of Euneria and Towers of Dust. He is also known as Living Challenged (LC) on Authonomy.
Euneria is a series book collection of flash fantasy stories woven together with a singular theme and shared characters. Written primarily for his son for his enjoyment, each story has been edited and approved by him. In the first of the series, Euneria - The Tales of Gibbers, Pips and Miu ...
... meet Pips, the brave warrior goblin and his beloved guardian mount, Kerthaan.
... tag along with Gibbers, a kobold on a mission to become the first member of his tribe to own a dragon.
... become enchanted with Miu, the tiny dragon who loves shiny baubles and a little girl called Emeline.
Watch as their lives unfold before you and they share the world of Euneria, a world filled with laughter, beauty and danger.
... tag along with Gibbers, a kobold on a mission to become the first member of his tribe to own a dragon.
... become enchanted with Miu, the tiny dragon who loves shiny baubles and a little girl called Emeline.
Watch as their lives unfold before you and they share the world of Euneria, a world filled with laughter, beauty and danger.
Heroics
You, a hero?
Hoary, antediluvian in a badly worn cape
And saggy tights.
Jezebels crowd you,
Fishwives on your lap
Inciting your derring-do.
Hither and thither,
Your brave deeds.
Gasping and bent.
Thanks be! the unwary cry
As they roll their eyes
And take their places.
Gather your hens
With adulation and honey.
The needy shall cling.
O, Death
He traveled life quietly like a small lad
And never commanded a ship.
Now but a discarded seashell,
Old like whale bones,
He rises as a cold moon,
A dead sun,
A miniscule wave against the shore.
"O, death, you are a blusterous wind.
A barren shore upon which I lie.
A rough sea against the jagged reef,
And I am your last breath."
He traveled life quietly like a small lad
And never commanded a ship.
Now but a discarded seashell,
Old like whale bones,
He rises as a cold moon,
A dead sun,
A miniscule wave against the shore.
"O, death, you are a blusterous wind.
A barren shore upon which I lie.
A rough sea against the jagged reef,
And I am your last breath."
Charles Larch.
Really liked the last one. Loved the imagery and feeling.
ReplyDeleteThis is a side of Charles Larch I don't usually get to see.
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