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Continue reading →: Always Something“What is that thing?” questioned Sutep. “Doesn’t matter. Stop poking it and leave it alone,” replied his friend. Sutep and Fon had left the village early to go mushroom hunting in the deep wood. “I sure hope we find those crown tops Gojeck is always talking about,” remarked Fon. By…
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Continue reading →: The Bone Collector“The Abbott will send a hundred men in the morning. All is in hand,” said the doorman. “You’re not listening to me. I said there is a beast out roaming the moors led by a madman wearing horns,” cried the girl. “Did you say horns?” came the Abbott’s voice. “Your…
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Continue reading →: Things Have Changed“Gee whizzers, Charlotte, that was the best Halloween yet,” said the Ghost. “Yeah, I guess,” the rag doll replied. The two had spooked all night and were now headed home. “You seem to have the bloopity blues. Why don’t we stop into Ralph’s for a Muck Moca?” asked her friend.…
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Continue reading →: Sleep Tight“Sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs bite,” whispered Kira. “Mommy, why do you say that? There are no bugs in my bed,” asked her daughter. Sensing a quick answer wouldn’t suffice. Kira decided it was time to tell her daughter about the time long, long ago. “Well, once there…
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Continue reading →: The Elder Tree“Damn them, they’ll pay for their defiance,” cried the Dark One. Mörken knew that something was protecting the forest folk—something he could discover and destroy to break their will. “Send out a scouting party to see if there is anything that may represent a shrine,” commanded Mörken. One of his scouts…
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Continue reading →: Finding Home“Could this be the place?” the raven asked. From town to village, the bird searched for a home after losing his family to a late freeze. The first place he stopped was a fine town on the Rhine. As he watched, the villagers revealed their cruelty and malice toward each…
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Continue reading →: In Times PastIn ancient times, gods walked the forests, and man existed in harmony with the natural world. But then the Dark One came and brought chaos to the ancient forest. Most forgot the gods, but not all. “It’s an early chill. Best bring in the harvest early this year,” Ayna told…
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Continue reading →: Of Course, The OrcsWhen Mörken and his Troth fell upon the ancient forest, the destruction did more than bring chaos. High in the Merple Mountains, the Orcs sensed the destruction. Soon, hordes of warriors descended, bringing their wrath to the forest. Who the Orcs fight for is a mystery. Their vicious nature means Mörken…
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Continue reading →: Silent“I wish they wouldn’t run. It’s rather tiring. Where do the cretins think they can go?” muttered the owl as she lined up for the attack. The impact broke the mole’s back, and its life soon ebbed away. “A lottery could be arranged amongst themselves. The loser would stand on…
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Continue reading →: Prize Winners“Imbecile. You sit in that pumpkin patch talking as though they can understand,” Ms. Crabtree remarked. Urlik loved his pumpkins and cared for them as if they were his own flesh and blood. “I know you think folks don’t think much of you, but I believe in you,” the boy…
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Continue reading →: Brimstone and Hellfire“Clouds of power in darkest night bring the light that ignites and frights,” cried the old crone. The night sky split wide open, sending a blinding flash of light crashing onto the forest floor. “Send Brimstone and Hellfire. Teach the impudent fools a lesson that I am not to be…
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Continue reading →: The Triquetra“If Mörken should learn of the Triquetra’s existence, he will attempt to alter the past,” said the council’s leader. Fearing the worst, the council of elders sent for Muzhichik, the forest troll. “Muzhichik, son of Lorem, you have pledged your life to protect this forest and its people. Will you…
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Continue reading →: Deedle’s Dilemma“I don’t understand all this death?” murmured the youth. Deedle had grown up in the ancient forest of Ãlskad. Life had been predictable and safe until the Dark One came with his army of Troth warriors. “Fenward Oak was a peaceful village. The Troth cut them down as if they…
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Continue reading →: Sharing A Thought“Do you think it will snow early this year?” the giant asked the fiddler. “Can’t rightly say,” came the reply. Dunbar had known Malik for over a hundred and fifty years. For most of it, they met and shared what was on their minds. “Dunbar, you being so tall, you…
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Continue reading →: A ReckoningI’ve watched for a thousand years to see if the two-leggers would change. They remain the same. Time the reckoning begins,” said the animal. The cool Autumn air brought a festive feeling to the village. Folks hung decorations, carved pumpkins, and made delicious caramel apples. “Samhain is coming,” cried the…
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Continue reading →: Sister Irene’s Strengthener“Daddy, Mama’s low sick and Granny thinks the Reaper will take her this very night,” the child said. Tyree was a quiet man and let others do the talking for him. This night he would need to speak up and take the reins if he was going to save his…
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Continue reading →: BerghestTom Berry wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, and when he told his mates he was taking Hill Road that evening, they smiled and said. “Been a pleasure, mate.” “I may not be an educated man, but I know when folks be pulling my leg,” said Tom as he…
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Continue reading →: Bale Wood“Please, you must help. If we don’t get her the weedroot soon, my baby will die,” pleaded the mother. Ursula examined the child and found the marks of a sand viper on her left leg, as the mother had indicated. “It appears you were correct in your assessment. The trouble…
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Continue reading →: Moonshine“Well, hello, stranger. I see you’ve found the Sunshine Dispensary,” said the young lady as I approached the little shack. A shady individual at a service station had directed me to this establishment. “Hey, Mister, you look like you could use a pick-me-up,” said a tall man wearing broken glasses.…
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Continue reading →: Obeah Man“Mama, be still. The healer will be here soon,” said the girl. “This pain goes through to the bone. Give me some recipe,” replied her mother. “You’ve had enough whiskey. Be still until the cunning man gets here,” the child said. Moments later, footsteps moved across the plank floor. The…
Twisted Tales to Delight and Amaze
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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