Folksburywoods

Albert hummed a merry tune as he walked along the path. “What delicacies will they have in the next village?” the wolf said. Albert was a connoisseur of sweet meat pies. It was his duty to sample every pie shop in the kingdom. Albert’s appearance upset the locals, making his…

Tofler lived alone on the island, but he was not alone. Tofler had his music. For thirty years, the man played his music each dawn and dusk. He did this to ensure the day would awake in joy. He also wanted the day to rest in peace. “I don’t think…

The old ones tell stories of a ghoul. It walks the autumn roads, searching for those who have defiled the land. “Granddaddy saw him when he was a young’en and had nightmares his whole life,” said the village blacksmith. Legend tells that once the Walker looked you in the eyes,…

“Must I always make the same thing?” thought the old bear. Mrs. Cuddlesbee had made the best bread in the valley for over twenty years. “Every day it’s the same,” said the bear. “Your bread is the best,” or “I don’t know what I would do without your baguettes,” muttered…

“Green, I miss green,” muttered Tilka. The Waldvolker had spent three days crossing the southern wastes. Two days before she reached the forest and her people. “Why must I make this blasted trip every year? It’s not like we can’t grow the spice on our own,” thought the forest guard.…

“No sign of the Hieronymus. Another ship and its crew fail to return. How many more before the Ministry stops sending men to their deaths?” muttered the alchemists. Bartholomew Galsten was the head observer at the Far Point station. Far Point sat on the edge of the circumscribing sea. Beyond…