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Continue reading →: Sorry Lass“I’m sorry, lass. I’ve no place here in my tree for the likes of you,” said the goblin. “I’ve nowhere to go, and night is coming. You can’t leave me out here to die,” pleaded the flower. “Only for the night, at first light, you’re out the door. Understand?” the…
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Continue reading →: Bloosom“Excuse me, but can you tell me the way to the festival?” the fairy asked. “Well, bless my trunk, it’s a flying toddler,” replied Snorg. “Toddler? Mister, I’ll have you know I am two hundred and eighty years old,” snapped the fairy. “I meant no disrespect. My name is Snorg,…
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Continue reading →: Lost Then Found“Hello, may I ask why a lovely flower like yourself is stuck in the middle of nowhere?” asked Trillion. “Oh, Hello. It’s rather difficult to explain, but I will do my best,” said the plant. “If it’s too much, I’ll wait until another time,” remarked the girl. “No, it’s no…
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Continue reading →: A Warning“Mert, you must leave,” cried his friend. “Why?” asked the merman. “The villagers are coming to capture you. They mean to harm you as well,” said Warcul. “I don’t understand. Have I done something wrong?” asked Mert. Warcul explained that the villagers blamed him for the lack of fish they…
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Continue reading →: Lichun 立春Images and stories from my new book about the Chinese Solar Year. Lichun 立春: The coldest days are almost over, and we can feel the signs of Spring. “It’s here!” shouted the girl as she climbed out from under the warm blanket. Lichun, the beginning of Spring, was Ting Ting’s favorite…
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Continue reading →: Bungling Butterflies“What are they all doing here?” said Priscilla. The worker bee had left the hive early to check on the sunflowers when she stumbled into a mob scene. “These bumbling butterflies are taking all the nectar. This will not do,” remarked the bee. Soon, other worker bees arrived. After a…
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Continue reading →: She Loves Me Not“I don’t understand. The flowers never lie,” said Dillard. The gruggle monk had loved Shilard since they were pups and knew he would marry her one day. The daisies said she loved me, and so did the dandylions,” Dillard muttered. He had pulled petals in the morning and evening as…
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Continue reading →: Once We Were Many“Once we were many,” said the ancient guardian. Alone in a clearing sits a relic from a time long past when the Watchers protected the forest. “We stood as watchmen for the creatures of the wood. If an Outlander should venture in, we would warn the small beasts to hide.…
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Continue reading →: Be Gone Outlander“Be gone! Take your foul stench and leave this valley,” cried the old goblin. Terick was tired of dealing with the outlanders. He was weary of their smell and their greed for his gold. Long ago, before the Umans came to the valley, Terick lived at peace with the land.…
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Continue reading →: Sharing“I like it when we can be together and share our lives,” said Weedle. “I as well. I would explode if I had to keep all these things inside me,” said Vera as she darted about. “Yes, sharing is the best thing friends can do. When something good happens, you…
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Continue reading →: Dark Passage“Muzhichik, do you hear that rumble?” asked the dragon. “A-ha, it could be a Troth scout or a merchant. They use a two-wheeled cart to move their supplies,” replied the troll. “Should I go up and see?” asked Trillium. “No! I don’t want anyone to know we are here,” commanded…
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Continue reading →: Old Bony Legs( A retelling of an old favorite) Once there was an old witch whose home stood on chicken legs. Glowing-eyed guardians encircle the house. To enter the house, you must say, “House, turn your back toward the forest and your front toward me.” Being a magical house, it could travel…
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Continue reading →: Stairs to Climb“We’re almost there, can’t you move any faster?” Kali said. “Hurry, Kelm, we have to go. Faster, Kelm, we’ve stairs to climb. What’s taking so long, Kelm? I’m sick of you complaining. Go on without me and leave me in peace,” cried her brother. Kali’s eyes watered over. “We promised…
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Continue reading →: The Quiet Table“Look, they’ve left us wine and hard rolls,” the phantom said. “She is a good wife and mother. We must watch over her as she ages. Life has been hard on the woman,” remarked another. “That man of hers is a rotten apple, always drinking and talking big with his…
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Continue reading →: Playing With Fire“The Ghast almost destroyed the borrow groves. As I extinguish one fireball, he would send another,” the gwelf told Fern. “Damn that Mörken and his playmates. If it’s fire he wants, then the Troth better break out the sausages. Things are going to get hot real fast,” cried the Marsh…
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Continue reading →: Hope Fades“Are all the good times in the past?” Torba said. “What do you mean? We have this warm fire and a bottle of wine, is that not enough?” asked Marcel. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sour your mood. Please have another drink, and we’ll sing some more,” replied Marcel’s…
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Continue reading →: Shroom Commune“There, there, my pretty, you’ll be fine now,” said the skreel as he straightened the fungus. Ignar could not stand to see his pretties harmed by the furry ones who played in the burrow groves. “Snick snap. I will find you furries. Snick goes my claw, then worm food goes…
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Continue reading →: Questions“I see you have questions, said a voice. Startled, Garett looked up right into the face of an ancient little man sitting in his tree. “Yes, how did you know?” said the young man. “Your look of bewilderment gave it away. That and you kept repeating the same words as…
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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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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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