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Continue reading →: The Good Life“This ale is mighty tasty,” said Finnegan. The gnome lived in the forest hollow and had no plans to move any time soon. “Home is where you hang your hat, and mine is right here,” said Finnegan. Brewing, baking, and sleeping were the three things the gnome loved to do.…
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Continue reading →: Hidden Dangers“We’ll be through soon, Nunu,” said the mother as she made her way through the forest. Nosh had known better than to take the forest path so late in the day. As the sun set low in the sky, the travelers were surrounded by long shadows. “Hush, eat your betel…
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Continue reading →: Road to Hell“I meant to donate to Save the Goblins. I got busy and it slipped my mind,” said Frank P. Rind, the newest resident of Hell. Frank had been a loyal employee, husband, and father. Ask anyone, and they will tell you Frank was a great guy. “I was planning on…
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Continue reading →: Grandfather Mountain“Do you understand what is happening to your people. They suffer because you won’t help them. Why Grandfather?” asked Teava. The mountain shook in fury. Teava dodged boulders that tumbled down the slope. “Why are you behaving this way to your children. We’ve honored you and the old ones’ teachings,”…
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Continue reading →: Cat Tails“The great cat slunk into the castle, and she crept upon the sleeping figure. Raised her enormous paw and swung,” said Tilly. The cats’ mouths dropped open as they waited to hear what happened next. “All right, you lot, time for bed. Tomorrow we have much work to do and…
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Continue reading →: The Horned One“Sedgewick, did you hear that shuffling?” asked Harcore. The woodsman’s friend did not answer. “Hello, is there anyone out there?” said Harcore. The wood was silent except for the occasional snap of a twig. Harcore Muller lived in a small German village near the Great Black Forest. Each morning before…
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Continue reading →: Fresh Air“That should do it. Those nasty aphids won’t bother you anymore,” said Wilford as he smoothed the plant’s leaves. Raised by Lord Sumpton’s gardener after losing his parents. Wilford couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t surrounded by greenery. “Hello, my pretty. Time for a pruning,” Wilford said. The gardener…
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Continue reading →: A Giant Sleeps Below“So tired, Balamore, I need to rest,” said the giant as they moved across the land. “It won’t be long now, my friend, but we must hurry before the sun rises,” the wizard said. Two thousand years ago, Titans walked the earth. During this time, a wizard befriended a giant.…
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Continue reading →: A Bird Walks In“Hello there, little bird. What brings you to the park today?” the man asked. “I have come for your soul,” replied the bird. “Excuse me,” the man replies. “I said I’ve come for your soul,” said the bird. “I must be dreaming. Birds can’t talk. I fell asleep while enjoying…
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Continue reading →: Mother Tree“We’ll die if the land can’t be reborn,” said the boy. Peter had traveled for three days to reach the sacred grove, hoping to speak to the Mother Tree. “We’ve tried everything to bring the land back, but it is no use. You’re our only hope,” Peter said. The Tree’s…
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Continue reading →: A House Mouse“Hello, I’m glad you stopped by. The kettle has boiled. Why not come in for tea and cakes?” said the little mouse. “I don’t mean to impose, but a cup of tea would lift my spirits,” I told the mouse. The first thing I noticed about Everett’s home was how…
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Continue reading →: The Sea’s Solitude“So you mangy birds, what’s it to be today?” asked Ernst as he tuned up the fiddle. For two years, Ernst kept himself occupied with daily fiddle sessions. It helped pass the time between his duties as a marine recorder. “I’m feeling frisky today, a jig will set things right,”…
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Continue reading →: Spindle Spinning“Just a few more adjustments, and I can finish the final chair for today. I’m sorry it’s taking so long, Puss. I guess I’m getting old and slowing down,” Benjamin told his cat. Benjamin had been a bodger for fifty years, and time was catching up to him. When he…
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Continue reading →: The RitualThey walked the path silently, as they had for a thousand years. Skin drawn tight across the bones, their appearance resembled that of skeletons. “One more time, brothers, we shall pay homage to Corlyk, the Master,” said Thylex, head abbot of the order. “When shall we see the great ones…
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Continue reading →: Black Shuck“That’s a load of horse manure,” said Ezekiel. Granny Nisbit did not take kindly to traditions being called manure. “Before your great-granddad Carl was born, the Black Shuck roamed East Anglia. It killed folks who did not heed the traditions,” cried his grandmother. “So you’re telling me a huge black…
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Continue reading →: Day Dreams“Archibald, do you think they’ll come for us?” asked Elestra. The dragon pretended to be asleep to avoid another worrisome conversation. “I don’t understand why they have to hunt you? It’s not like you attacked a castle and kidnapped the princess,” remarked Elestra. Opening one eye, the dragon gazed at…
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Continue reading →: Better Days“Well, Beauregard, this here rock looks perfect. Let’s sit down and play a tune or two,” said Herkel. The young man played a merry tune while his dog napped in the morning heat. The dog’s head popped up, and he began to growl. “Whoa there, boy, what in tarnation has…
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Continue reading →: Silas ReflectsSilas Scrum sat on the side of the road and wondered. “Everyone hates me for my work, and they talk behind my back,” muttered the keeper of things. Times were rough with harvests failing. The Lord Chamberlain was taxing even the poorest of the poor. “I do an honest day’s…
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Continue reading →: Rumors“It’s like I was saying, Azazel. People are talking in whispers of late about the Dark Ones’ return,” said Malak. “Horse biscuits, that’s what those rumors are and nothing more,” replied the horse. After Mörken the Dark One fell, folks felt safe once again. That was until word began to…
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Continue reading →: Tilly’s Tea“It’s going to be a fine day, Erasmus,” said Tilly to her Meowl. “That depends on whether you enjoy scorching heat and humidity. I prefer a rainy day,” replied the Meowl. Tilly’s morning tea was always a contentious affair. Some days, it was Simone, her magical plant, that grumbled. Most…
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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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