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Continue reading →: Time Enough“Come, Mephistopheles, we must prepare for the plague ship,” the dark one said. “What’s the hurry? Time enough, they’re not going anywhere,” replied the cat. “Why must you always argue with me. Do I not care for you? Give you the best fish and catnip?” Grimm said. “What is your…
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Continue reading →: To Share This Moment“Your colors are so amazing,” cried the forest gwelf. Elowen was the last of her tribe. The elders had declared the ancient forest dangerous and ordered their clan to the north. “I wish Jasmine were here to see this. She would have the perfect words to describe your beauty,” Elowen…
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Continue reading →: Powerful Mojo“Don’t let it touch your skin,” said Tekla “Why, what will happen if it does?” asked Welgen. “You don’t want to find out,” came the reply. The Grand Matron was dying of consumption. The healers had given up, “We’ve exhausted all the known cures. Her fate is now in the…
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Continue reading →: Facing the Future“I do not know what future you face, my son, but I pray that it be a peaceful one,” remarked the Gwelf. Trillium held her child, fearing the wind might come and pluck it from her arms. “Your father is away at war. When he returns, you will be big…
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Continue reading →: Avoidable“I tell you there is nothing left. The Wisperingwood is destroyed,” said Mavin. “But the estimates put the blast at only seven torkas. That should have only covered an area no larger than the village green,” replied Master Kraven. Mavin had volunteered to scout the blast zone after the experiment.…
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Continue reading →: A Quiet Sit Down“Erasmus, I need to rest. This basket is hurting my arm,” said the forest gnome. Revna placed the wicker basket on the bench, then sat beside it. “Come, boy, and lie down beside me. The ground here is cool, and you can rest your paws a bit as I catch…
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Continue reading →: The Forest Floor“Wilford, do you think it’s coming to eat us?” asked Toby. “I’m not sure. The last time something big came this way, we lost Artie,” replied the Woden. Imagine being small and on the ground out of sight of anything over a foot high. That’s the life of a forest…
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Continue reading →: Yǔshuǐ 雨水Rain Water: It becomes warmer. Snow and ice start melting and snow becomes rain. The Chinese Solar Calendar Book Ying-Chen awoke to the sound of rain tapping against her window. “How wonderful to hear such music which will soon wake the sleeping earth,” the girl said. Today was the beginning…
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Continue reading →: Summoning the Reaper“Soon,” muttered the dying man. Albert Fingerstick was 199 years old and tired of life. Baroque was Albert’s dog, and he never left his side while he was awake. “Good boy,” the man said as he rested his hand on the dog’s head. Albert had no idea that at that…
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Continue reading →: One for Sorrow“I must go for a walk,” Anya blurted out. “Alright, would you like me to go with you?” her husband asked. “No, no, thank you. I need to think, and I don’t want any distractions,” the matron insisted. Outside the house, the air felt cool, offering her a moment of…
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Continue reading →: A Cake Conundrum“This will not do!” cried Ayla. Ayla awoke early to create the perfect cake for her mother’s one hundredth birthday. “Why? Why did the oven have to break today, of all days?” said Ayla. “Is there a problem, dear?” asked her mother from the next room. “No, Mama, nothing I…
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Continue reading →: Sunday StrollIgnar loved his Sunday stroll in the dark wood. The goblin woke early and slipped out of the fortress. “T’s a fine morning,” remarked the goblin as he strolled along the forest path. Ignar would stop and marvel at spring blossoms as he made his way through the woods. “Such…
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Continue reading →: New eBook on iTunesI’ve posted a new collection of stories under the theme of “Friends and Family” for you to download for free. Cheers Auntie Millie https://books.apple.com/us/book/folksburywoods-friends-and-family/id6761888931
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Continue reading →: A Forgotten PlaceYou’ve walked all day in search of a myth whispered into your ear by a dying grandmother. “Find the stone circle and bring back the light,” mumbled the woman. “I don’t understand the meaning of her words,” you tell your mother. With a stern look, she tells you, “Leave well…
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Continue reading →: Silas and the SalemanSilas Scrum, the keeper of things, lived alone in a dark hole in the side of a tree. It was dank and cobwebbed. He liked it that way. “Good morning, who are you, and what is your function?” asked Silas to a small creature on the roadside. “Why, Mr. Scrum,…
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Continue reading →: Old Hickory(Featured Artist Alisaa Alexandra Johnson) Old Hickory sat in the middle of a barren field. “Tan’t no body gonna bother me here,” said the tree. Once, a long time ago, Hickory stood tall and proud. Surrounded by a meadow filled with sunflowers and daisies. “They done skedaddle them fair weather…
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Continue reading →: Riddle in a SongEwá wanted to be alone. “I need to think without everyone pushing me to remember the words,” the girl said. Her eyes lit up, “The remembering place, of course,” cried Ewá. As a child, she would go there with her Nana before the Dark Vales took her away. When the…
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Continue reading →: The ChemistWhen the need to remove an obstacle is great, and secrecy is of the utmost importance, one calls the Chemist. You won’t find him in the phonebook. He has no known address. Those who have seen him are unable to provide the authorities with any details about his appearance. The…
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Continue reading →: The Tale of Nubieous MaximusWhen the Troth attacked the forest, a tinker named Nubieous Maximus built a flying machine to spy on Mörken’s forces. Nubieous gathered a collection of discarded rain jackets. The tinker applied a large helping of rubber tree sap to their surfaces. As Nubieous sewed the clothes together, a large ball…
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Continue reading →: Zen of the ApocalypseThe man knew it was coming. Nos felt it in his bones. “Well, best get packing. It’s a bit of a hike to the summit,” said Nos. He gathered his prayer rug and headed out the door. Nos took the 512 to the rail station, then bought a one-way ticket.…
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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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