-
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.…
-
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…
-
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.…
-
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…
-
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…
-
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…
-
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.…
-
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…
-
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…
-
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…
-
Continue reading →: 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…
-
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…
-
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…
-
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…
-
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…
-
Continue reading →: Koschei the DeathlessKoschei can not die due to his hiding “his death” or heart inside nested objects to protect it. His death is in a needle inside an egg. The egg is in a duck in a well on a faraway island. Koschei plays a malevolent figure who entraps the hero’s love…
-
Continue reading →: Flowers Out of Season“Do you see it, Nukta?” asked the wise woman. “I see, but I don’t understand it,” replied the holy man. Ursula and Nukta were enjoying the Winter Solstice. They came across a cherry tree in blossom. “This does not bode well for the Waldvolker,” said the wise woman. “What do…
-
Continue reading →: Me-Maw MinervaTales tell of a magical woman who would appear when a child was at death’s door to offer an elixir to restore health. “Little JoBeth was seeing angels when Me-maw showed up and gave her a spoonful of Tarheel Molasses. The next morning, the child was out playing with gators,”…
-
Continue reading →: Dozing DodoYou think that the Dodo bird is extinct. Well, that’s not quite true. Hermal is, for some unknown reason, the last remaining Dodo bird in existence. “I will find my friends someday, but I don’t know where to look. They are hiding from me,” the bird will tell you. Hermal…
-
Continue reading →: The Last GuardianAlbainox stood motionless and waited as he had done countless times before. The stag had seen countless horrors unfold in the Seven Wood. Fires, floods, and even a war between the Dark One and the Waldvolker for the forest’s soul. The stag longed for an heir to release him from…
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.
No AI is used for images or stories.
Join the fun!
Stay updated with our latest tales.
Folksburywoods 