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Continue reading →: Seven Tasks of Baba Yaga: EnchantmentSeven tasks. Seven ways to fail and seven ways to die. Tatyana must overcome the tasks before the next full moon. Failure will allow the sorceress to take his soul. For the love of her father, Tatyana will risk it all and seek help from Baba Yaga, so it begins……
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Continue reading →: Weight Of A Crown“What price a King must pay for the weight of his crown,” said the old King. King Jukka sat above the coffin of his friend, Wizard Henrik. “You who have listened to my secrets offered me wisdom and shared a drink when I was down. You, too, will be food…
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Continue reading →: In A Pig’s Eye“I need Barlet pears and Macintosh apples for the cobbler, or it won’t be fit to eat,” insisted Anya. “So where do you suppose you’ll find them in Spring,” questioned her husband. “Never you mind. Now, are you going to get the pig or not,” asked the matron. “Right away,…
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Continue reading →: A View With Room“Awful pretty up here, Ms. Ursula. I never tire of seeing the valley below. So colorful, but I love the green best,” remarked Jasper. Every 5th of Po, the two friends would walk up Broken Pine Bluff and share the view. Even Winter didn’t hinder their monthly trek to the…
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Continue reading →: Whispering Stones“There is a place I like to go when my world is topsy turvy,” said Asrex. “I have days like that. With no strength to do anything, I go to bed,” replied Lomax. “That’s sad to hear. If you came with me, you would see how joyous my secret place…
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Continue reading →: Descending ThoughtsFern descended the stone walkway from Broken Pine Bluff, troubled in thought. “I can’t put my finger on it, but there is something off with the wood,” remarked the Marsh Wizard. Fern was the serious sister of the magical twins. She focused on the “Wood’s” health and its many inhabitants.…
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Continue reading →: Should I Not Return“It’s been a year since you left, and I miss you so much. I’m not good at writing down my feelings. I made a promise, so I’ll try my best,” Silica wrote in her journal. Cassandra had stepped through the ancient portal a year ago to reach the Others who…
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Continue reading →: MalevolentThe Widow Bisset stared down at the blood-covered lamb, and cried, “a’ bhana-bhuidseach a-rithist.” For several mornings, her prized lambs were unconscious and covered in blood. “It was the witch again. You can bet on that,” said Fergus, who had stopped by to check on the widow. “I don’t understand…
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Continue reading →: Adventurers“Tuck, I’m bored with this here, hollow,” said Curtis. “This isn’t the first time you told me that. Do you remember what happened last time?” Tucker asked. “He he, yea. We darn near drowned trying to sail to Africa in that boat we made from old wine barrels,” answered Curtis.…
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Continue reading →: MonkeyshineChester sat atop the organ grinder as he had thousands of times before. Marcel gave the pitch to draw the crowds and then turned the crank. “Why does the monkey look sad, and why isn’t it dancing,” complained a short lady beside the music box. “No problem, come on, little…
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Continue reading →: Mysty Meadow“Wake up!” yelled Trifle at her sleeping brother. The boy rolled out of bed and pulled on his poncho. “I’m up already, geez, what’s the big rush? It’s not like the flowers will walk away or anything,” remarked Tillard. “No, but the butterflies will,” responded his sister. “Walk away? Don’t…
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Continue reading →: Fox and Crow“How long have we known each other,” asked the crow. “Five seasons. You found me half frozen. Others would have killed a weak kit. But you, Anthrax, dragged me to a tree’s hollow. You covered me with leaf litter,” answered the vixen. “Yes, I remember something to that effect; your…
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Continue reading →: Reckoning“Best be gett’en ready for the reckoning,” mumbled the old crone. Nana was the matriarch of an enormous clan, and folks were used to her talking to herself. “Nana, why in heaven do you insist on talking about something that’s never going to happen?” her daughter asked. “For nearly eighty…
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Continue reading →: Docent from TrinityDan McClellan, a 1930s Forest Service guide, explored the Sierra Blanca Mountains with his golden retriever, Buck. Exposed to radiation from the Trinity test, they underwent a transformation, losing their memories. After the war, tales emerged of a mutant and his companion, sparking ongoing intrigue and investigations into their existence.
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Continue reading →: Winter’s Night“Don’t go, Tom. She’s not worth your troubles, lad. Only sadness and tragedy will come from this fool’s errand,” said his mother as the boy slowly rode away. The sky was clear, and the moon hovered low on the horizon as he leaned close to his horse to keep warm.…
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Continue reading →: One At The Door“Come, Erasmus, fly and see if the demons are up to their usual trickery,” said the Cadger as he made his way along the paved highway. Rupert Turnsley was a repossessor of sorts. There are things Heaven and Hell don’t want mortals to know, and it’s Turnely’s job to see…
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Continue reading →: A King Without A ThroneA King Without A Throne: The Battle for Hyperborea. The King sits on his pedestal, staring intently into the distance. “When will it come? The sign must come before the end time, or we are lost forever,” he remarks. Twenty-three hundred years ago, there was a great battle at the…
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Continue reading →: Wee Folk of Dinin Yan“Dingel, you’re always getting us into a jam. This here forest is darker than pitch, and I just stubbed my toe for the fifth time,” grumbled Crofty. “Well, you were the one who said we needed to get home fast as a whip because you need your beauty sleep,” Dingel…
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Continue reading →: Hazel“Let me tell you something, mister, I am a purebred. Why, my grandfather won best of the show at the state fair, so if you think you can tell me I need to do anything but be beautiful, you have got a lot of gall,” squawked Hazel. “Yes, my pet.…
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Continue reading →: About the BroomTilde Periwinkle, a witch, struggles after her old broom stops flying. While searching for a replacement, she considers various woods like elm and maple before deciding on a willow broom for its flexibility. After enchanting it, Tilde successfully takes flight again, soaring joyfully on her new broom.
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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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