i close my eyes and press my hand to the dirt the earth answers back with war drums and the angry march of amber eyed giants against the tyranny of humans
Author: Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்
Elancharan Gunasekaran is a multidisciplinary artist and poet. He has a strange love for all things poetical and Sci-Fi. A winner of the Montblanc X Esquire Six-word Story prize 2017. His latest publications are Superatomicluminal (Hesterglock Press), Gods of the Gonzo (Analog Submission Press) and The Cosmosnaut Manifesto (UndergroundBooks).
none to recall if it was flame fang or folly no one remembers why the sword was buried in the ribs of a nameless god
paved in the bones of wandering feet the road is lost before it even begins
I write to you in vain this letter pains me to report that yet another adept has been taken by the fires of self immolation will anyone ever be strong enough to control the fires of the flamefather we run out of time and the dark lords have almost breached the veil
human ceremonies are bliss by faeborn standards a fae bride receives three gifts from her maids of honour: something that rots a memory of carnage and a cursed incantation
in the winter cavern a dragon hoards names instead of gold it devours stories your history and existence forgotten in an instant
the stars tried to map the depths of this ocean they tried and now they haven fallen silent
here the mist does not part it lingers unbound a hundred threads trailing in the dark before morning
an elk with eyes of mercury shapes the world it desires between ivory antlers a world untamed and rife with rebellion
who shall we pretend to be when nothingness takes the reign
elancharan gunasekaran 