Twisted Tales to Delight and Amaze

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    Missing Master

    Missing Master

    Philomena had lived with Oman the Great for over a hundred years. She learned everything she could about the dark arts. “Master will be proud of me when I bring him back from the great beyond,” said Philomena. After Oman’s death, his familiar went into a decline. She ate little…

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    Flowing Water

    Flowing Water

    Montag listened to the flow of water behind him. “How calming. Just like the singing willows in Walpurgis,” said the wizard. When Montag could get away, he secured a bottle of hemlock and a pewter cup. Then he headed for the Weeping Waterfalls. “Why must the headmaster be so brash?…

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    A Taste of Honey

    A Taste of Honey

    “Come along, Sebastian. The honey won’t collect itself,” said Miranda. The farmer and her cat plodded along the forest path until they reached the clearing. “My, how busy we are today,” remarked the woman to her hive. The cat ran up to the hive and started swatting the bees as…

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  • Ancient Ones

    Ancient Ones

    “It’s the fifth of Po, and Balthasar will come for his tribute,” Ariadne told her mother. “You and that ancient creature are the talk of the village. Why on earth did you befriend him? Tribute givers shouldn’t get attached,” scolded her mother. “I don’t care what they say. Balthasar is…

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    Feed the Birds

    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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  • Lost and Found

    Lost and Found

    Chester 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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  • Nomads

    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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    Home Improvements

    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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  • A Visit to Auntie Kiki Miri’s

    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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  • Fare Thee Well

    Fare Thee Well

    Legends 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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    A Sunday Ride

    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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    Visiting a Friend

    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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    Zemblanity

    Zemblanity

    Zemblanity: 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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  • Timothy Thomas

    Timothy 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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    Embassador

    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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  • Country Parson

    Country Parson

    Parson 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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  • Keepers of the Stone

    Keepers of the Stone

    A 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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    Friendship

    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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    Tiny Tim

    Tiny Tim

    A 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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    Time Enough To Smile

    Time Enough To Smile

    “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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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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