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Continue reading →: The Witches of Waverly“You know there are witches in Waverly, don’t you?” said Petunia Smallwood. “Pet, I wasn’t born yesterday. If there were witches here, I’d be the first to know. That’ll be 5p for the hard rolls, if you please,” said the baker. Outside the shop, Petunia giggled. “It worked! The charm…
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Continue reading →: Dark WarningHendricks searches through the ancient tomes on Teutonic Magic, when he finds a warning scrawled on the fading text. “Beware the dark walker who comes bearing a smile. Attempt not to banish him with the old magic. Those who were here before have tried, and doom was their fortune.” Scribbling…
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Don’t Touch It
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Continue reading →: Don’t Touch It“Izba, I don’t know how many times I’ve told you. ‘Don’t Touch It.’ Yet here you are playing with the goblin fart, again,” said the wise woman. “I can’t help it, Ursala. I like to see it change color when I roll it around,” replied the cat. “Shoo now off…
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Continue reading →: Fighting Mad“Run, Cicero,” cried the deer as they flew past. “What’s happening?” cried the Gwelf. “Burning man comes and makes fire from his hands,” said a wild boar who heard her cries. “Enough! Mörken’s terror stops now. Fire magic is it, well, see how our water magic suits you,” Cicero said.…
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Continue reading →: A Shadow of Darkness“I don’t like the look of the moon this morning,” Franny told Izba as they headed out to hunt mushrooms. “The hair on my neck is sticking up. Could there be another necromancer?” asked the cat. “We need to see what Fern thinks of this. She is the wizard of…
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Continue reading →: The Old Ways of MagicAsrek sat near the river with his compass. “Please, oh please don’t move to the left,” pleads the little Gwelf. When dark magic is near, the compass needle spins left to right. “Now you listen to me, compass. I want you to move to the right. Do you hear me?”…
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Continue reading →: A Wizard Named ZweedleZweedle was the youngest and smallest graduate of Miss Filligree’s Homeopathic School for Wizardry. “Now Zweedle, you must remember that the power is within you. Size does not matter to being a great wizard,” said the headmistress on graduation day. Most serious wizards scoffed at her methods, but many wise…
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Happy New Year 2026
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Continue reading →: Happy New Year 2026Hendricks the wizard gives Folksburywoods a night to remember. Even the lightning bugs help ring in the New Year festivities. From the Folksburywoods Story Blog – We’re Wishing You a Safe and Happy 2026.
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An Ancient Path
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Continue reading →: An Ancient Path“Door of stone that guards the spirits of darkness, open to me. I hold the Dragon’s Eye and command you to obey,” said the cloaked figure. The heavy slab slid open, revealing a hidden passage. “You, my friend, will unlock the Chamber of Torment and release my minions,” remarked the…
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Continue reading →: New Trousers“I don’t understand. Have I not served the family well?” asked Wilbin upon seeing the new clothes. Tradition was strong during Tsar Nicholas II’s reign. When a Domovoy received new clothes, it meant they were dismissed from service. “I never left the cow unmilked. When that Kikimora came around, I…
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Continue reading →: SanctuaryIt is told of a time before the burning sky when those of the flock dwelt in a beautiful garden. “Dugen, wisest of the flock, please tell us the story of the before time. Tell us about when our kind lived in paradise,” said Madix the Brave. “Long ago and…
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Continue reading →: A Helping Hand“I’ve come for you, Bobby McGuire. I’m taking you to Krampus, where you’ll pay for your bad behavior,” said the Coalbringer. “Bobby Who? I don’t know anyone named Bobby McGuire. You must have the wrong home,” said the lad. “Nonsense, I’m tired of you children lying and squirming to get…
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Continue reading →: Festive Greetings To AllFolksburywoods Story Blog wishes everyone a joyful holiday season. No matter where you are on our beautiful planet, may there be peace and goodwill toward all.
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Continue reading →: Hell Can Wait“Let’em wait. I’m not going anywhere,” said the massive troll. Gunther Braveheart had killed more humans than a dozen human armies. After a fatal attack, he died alone in the freezing Arctic waters. “Judgement, they said, who are they to judge me. I have slaughtered more creatures than any other…
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Continue reading →: Solstice Sunrise“Come on, Pip, I want to go back to bed. It’s too early in the morning for me,” said Slovar Dragon. “You old firebag. All you do is whine. I brought you here to see the solstice sunrise,” said Pip. “Looks the same as all the others to me,” remarked…
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Continue reading →: The Conqueror’s Gaze“Fools! They’ll pay with flesh and bone before this fight is over,” cried Mörken the Dark One. Mörken’s minions, the Troth, released him from the void. Now, he wanted nothing more than to make those responsible pay. “I can’t attack the Old Ones, so the Waldvolker must pay the price…
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Continue reading →: The Dark One’s ReturnAs fall fades to winter in the ancient forest, the Waldvolker are not in a celebratory mood. News reaches the inhabitants that Mörken the Dark One has returned from the void. “The Dark One’s return sends shivers through me. I know he will come and kill us all,” said Lufa.…
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Continue reading →: A Father’s Rage“No!” were the only words that came out of the troll’s mouth. The other words were too painful to speak. Gunnar took his children high into the mountains after St. Olaf killed his mate. “We hurt no one, no one,” wept the father. Most trolls turn to stone in sunlight.…
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Continue reading →: Be of Good Cheer“It’s true, honey, your Daddy once met her during a hard winter. Many animals were dying. She appeared with gifts and spread warmth throughout the land,” said Mother Fox. “Father, will you tell me about her, please?” the child begged. Mr. Fox cleared his throat and then told the tale…
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Continue reading →: Ritual“Apollonia, you mustn’t talk like that. The Gods will hear you,” said her mother. “Why? We of the Shadow Clan have remained docile far too long. Let us call the ancient ones and let havoc rain upon their homes,” cried the girl. The two could not agree on how to…
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Christopher Johnson
Christopher is a retired professor of science and medical education and a children’s author living in Taiwan. He has over 30 years of experience working in higher education internationally. Originally from Huron, Ohio, in the United States, he spent his childhood playing in Lake Erie and Sawmill Creek.
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