Eric Jason Casey
Eric Jason Casey is an Irish writer from Dublin City. He feels odd writing about himself in third person, but has it on the best authority that there is no other way to write his author bio.
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He writes fantasy, fairy tales, poetry, and book reviews. His greatest literary influence is Charles Dickens. If he had to recommend one story (that he didn't write) it would be The Pickwick Papers. Eric loves The Hobbit and hates The Lord of the Rings.
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Be sure to have a look at his work, and let him know what you think. He's always working on something new, so follow him for updates.
Most Popular Book
Plumleaf The Goblin
'Oh, I can't believe it!' Plumleaf's mother fluttered her delicate green hands before her teary eyes. 'My son, a member of The Dark Lord's Mindless Horde! Oh, I'm so proud of you, Plumleaf!'
Plumleaf the Goblin comes from a long line of minions. His father was a minion, his father's father was a minion, and so on into the dimmest mists of recorded history; and if there's one thing minions don't do, it's quit. At least, that was the case until Plumleaf quarreled with his boss, left his job, and moved back in with his parents.
But everyone needs an income, and so this disillusioned young goblin must embark on an epic quest to find new employment. A quest that will take him through barren wastelands, up dragon-ruled mountains, and into the very heart of enemy territory.
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Roughly 7,000 words.
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Most Popular Poem
The Paper Dragon
There was a man hight Matthew Shears who slayed monsters by trade,
Whose sword was wrought of brightest steel and bow of strong yew made.
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He journeyed far to seek the town of Somewhere, in the west:
And there was doomed to suffer through his most depressing quest.
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A dragon pale swept low above the town in circles wild,
Searing the several mental healths of man, woman, and child.
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The ruling class took tribute from the people for the drake,
And outlawed lighting fire: for smoke the dragon’s wrath would wake.
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Yet Matthew knew upon a glance this drake above the town
Was but a kite of paper on a slender wire flown.
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He tried to warn the people of their rulers’ wicked con,
But none to him would listen, for they had been lied to long.
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So through the wire he shot a dart, and on the town did fall
A harmless paper toy, to the astonishment of all.
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The people shrieked in sheer delight and praised their government,
And voted as one man to preserve the establishment.
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Thus Matthew, leaving in disgust, near to the border drew;
And looking back saw that the kite had been replaced with two.
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