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Continue reading →: Feed the Birds“Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,” cried the woman. Willamina had arrived at the market with her bags of birdseed each day. “Share your good fortune and feed the birds. Tuppence a bag,” the woman said to those who passed. Some ignored her, and others were not so kind. “The…
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Continue reading →: Lost and FoundChester was the village fool. Folks avoided talking to him because he bored them, something awful. “That’s nice, Chester. You found ten ways to make a peanut butter sandwich with only one slice of bread,” said the vicar. Chester lived by himself in a small hut on the edge of…
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Continue reading →: Nomads“I have to patrol the eastern quadrant tonight. Tuck says he’s seen signs of Zenti digging up parts of the old city again,” said Merkel. “What is it about cities? I remember as a kid they were filthy and loud,” remarked Maricel. After the horrors of climate change and nuclear…
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Continue reading →: Home Improvements“Coming, why are folk always in such a hurry for you to answer the door?” muttered Mr. Tumblebum. “A fine morning to you, sir. My name is Baxter, Henry Baxter, and I perform a variety of home improvements,” said the little workman. “Oh, for the love of Mike, I don’t…
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Continue reading →: A Visit to Auntie Kiki Miri’s“Come along, children, we don’t want to miss the ferry. I’m sure Kiki will have whipped up something special for you today,” said Mother pushing us out the door. When I was young, my mother would take my sister and me to visit her great-aunt. Auntie Kiki was not your…
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Continue reading →: Fare Thee WellLegends tell of early aeronauts crisscrossing the continent. Many of these adventures were secret privateers out to enrich the Queen’s treasury. “Careful with that, you lot. It’ll fetch a pretty penny from the Queen,” shouted the woman. “It’s blooming heavy; quit jabbering and give us a hand,” replied the airman.…
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Continue reading →: A Sunday Ride“Hither and yon, hither and yon. I see you, John Stilton, riding on your prideful steed Magnolia,” said the crone. “My gracious Magnolia, what trollish being accosts us,” remarked the man. “I see what you can not, John Stilton. These eyes see your doom if you fail to turn from…
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Continue reading →: Visiting a Friend“It has been a while, old friend. My apologies for not coming sooner. The war against the dark does not go well,” said Maldor. Before the breach, Maldor had been Mygha’s finest student a hundred years ago. “You will either do great things or kill us all,” Mygha would tease.…
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Continue reading →: ZemblanityZemblanity: the misfortune of finding something unwanted. Silas lived in a hole in the side of a tree. It was nothing like the holes the little harried feet men lived in. The hole was dark, dank, and cobweb-filled. He lived there alone and liked it that way. Silas was a keeper…
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Continue reading →: Timothy ThomasTimothy Thomas was an eccentric man who rode around on a turkey. “The turkey is a noble beast and will serve as my steed,” Timothy said. Each morning, Timothy would rise early, dress, and head to the barn. Mounting Gertrude, he would head to town. “Haste makes waste. We’ll take…
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Continue reading →: Embassador“Ten days I have walked and not even a glass of weed water to cool my dry throat,” cried Timboo. The elves had invited the tribes of the plains to discuss ways to help each other. “I am King of the grasslands, and they leave me looking at a waterfall…
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Continue reading →: Country ParsonParson Williams was a fine, upstanding fellow who would give you the shirt off his back if need be. But the Parson kept a secret that, if it were to ever be revealed, would rock the congregation to its foundation. “Come along, Titus. It’s time we get on to Ms.…
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Continue reading →: Keepers of the StoneA YA Tale of Guardianship: This story was my last attempt to write a long (chapter book) for YA audiences. After talking to my big sis, the language teacher, we both agreed that I was better at writing Flash Fiction. I created Folksburywoods Story Blog with the goal of creating…
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Continue reading →: Friendship“I’m not sure I understand what you’re getting at, Silica,” said Mordrin. “Think about it. You’re a powerful demigod who can grant wishes and lives forever. I am a water nymph who has seen the dawn of time,” replied Silica. “Your point?” asked the unicorn. “How can humans ever understand…
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Continue reading →: Tiny TimA Little Foolishness Now and Then Tiny Tim lives with a cow named May,He brushes her everyday,Then feeds her hay.Milking the cow with a “May I please,”Tim makes cheese,Which later must be squeezed.Giving his cat the whey,She gladly catches a rat.Tim, all tucked in,Dreams of puddings and cakes in tins.Early…
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Continue reading →: Time Enough“Hurry, Gojeck, the guests will be arriving soon, and you know how important it is to greet them at the gate,” said Ayna. “Yes, my queen, I’ll be right with you as soon as I finish moving the mountain to you,” replied Gojeck. “You old stick in the mud. If…
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Continue reading →: Make A WishAmélia stood at the riverbank’s edge, made her wish, and tossed the gold coin into the water. “Please, please grant me my wish. I’m not sure how much longer I can go on,” said the girl. Amélia turned and climbed the steps back to the road, where her stepmother met…
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Continue reading →: Mt. Crumpet“Is it true that if you stand on the top of Mt. Crumpet of the fifth of Po and make a wish on the rising sun, it will come true?” Oddi asked his aunt. “What nonsense are you going on about? You’re talking like your mother. She always believed in…
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Continue reading →: Windhaven“I don’t see why you are so upset, Master Deedle,” said the Meowl. “Isn’t this what you always dreamt about? You’re always telling us how much you want to get off this rock, and now you are,” remarked the Sragon. Deedle had lived his entire life on Windhaven. Most of…
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Continue reading →: There Was A Crooked ManThere was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile, He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile; He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse, And they all liv’d together in a little crooked house. Trying something different with Rima Staines Nursery Rhymes. Available from…
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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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