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Continue reading →: Pillars Three“They’re getting stronger, don’t you agree, Keelie?” asked the high priestess. “I’m sorry, Mistress, the Dark Ones have learned to hide from my people,” replied the Torg. The pillars have stopped dark forces from entering our realm for thousands of years. “Tutok, you sense something, don’t you?” the priestess asked…
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Continue reading →: Prick of My Thumb“Double, double, toil and trouble; fire burn, and cauldron bubble. Fillet of fenny snake in the cauldron boil and bake; eye of newt, and toe of frog. Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, adder’s fork, and blind worm’s sting. Lizard’s leg and owlet’s wing – for a charm of…
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Continue reading →: Toell and Timothy“I would like to see the sea someday,” said Toell to Timothy as they walked through the autumn colors. “Then today is as good as any,” replied his friend. “But I do like the colors, and the sea is drab,” remarked the giant. “If it’s colors you want, stay among…
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Continue reading →: Cryptic Secrets“Hello, my friend. I’m glad you have made your way down here. I don’t often get visitors,” said the strange little man. You laughed when you heard the tales of ancient bones that heal in Russia. Your willingness to believe changed as the disease spread unchecked throughout your body. “My…
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Continue reading →: Maiden, Mother, CroneOh, deary, it was so long ago I can’t seem to remember all the parts,” said Martuka. The village wise woman sat before the fire with her child and grandchild. They had come for tea and cakes and to share stories from their lives. “It’s okay, Nana. Tell us what…
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Continue reading →: A Debt Repaid“Come along, Pond. You know I don’t like to stay in one spot too long. Hunters will pick up our trail, and you know what that means, don’t you?” said Buck. Buck was as old as some trees in the forest and more stubborn than a mule on market day.…
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Continue reading →: Whispers of the Damned“I need to know,” shouted Sai. “The danger is too great for you. Wait another year until your powers grow, or you will disappear like your sister,” Mati pleaded. Sai’s mother sat peeling fruit while her daughter paced back and forth before her. “Why are you not telling me everything?…
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Continue reading →: A Selkie’s SorrowTrinity lost her mother when she was a baby. Her father, as fate would have it, died in a fishing accident off the coast of Halifax. The orphan has left with her Nana with few means to support the baby. “Oh, you poor thing, I have no milk nor gruel…
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Continue reading →: Once Millions Stood“Once millions stood here, we were proud and strong. The two legs honored us with dances and wore our skins as symbols of pride,” the old one thought. The bull crosses the frozen prairie, listening for others to call out. “Few walk this open track now. Long ago, this land…
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Continue reading →: The GlenThere are some places one should not go. Dark Glen or Gleann Dubh on the Isle of Skye is one of them. Tales tell of wee folk causing trouble to anyone who disturbs their sanctuary. “It was as if they came out the rocks biting and scratching. I tell you,…
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Continue reading →: A Hunting We Will GoA hunting we will go, a hunting we will goHeigh-ho, the dairy-o, a hunting we will goWe’ll catch a bear and cut its hairAnd then we’ll let him go “Come, Rufus. It’s time we go on a hunt for a tasty treat to eat,” Marcus said. The two went for…
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Continue reading →: Time and Tide“Time and Tide wait for no man. Come along, Gabriel,” said Timothy Thornsby. The merchant placed his top hat on his head. He put his duck on his hat and strutted down the street to his morning appointment with Mrs. Bartholomew. “We’re two minutes behind. Hold on to your feathers;…
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Continue reading →: Seven Tasks of Baba Yaga: EncounterTatyana walked into the dark woods, not sure of the way. “Return and venture no further young Miss,” said a voice from the trees. “Who speaks but will not show himself,” asked the girl. A large raven flew down and landed at Tatyana’s feet. “Tread no father mistress, you are…
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Continue reading →: Mulligan’s EmporiumMike Mulligan moved from village to village with his beverage Emporium. “Mulligan’s Emporium is coming to the village!” said the folks at the market. When Mike came, it was always time to celebrate. “Well, if it isn’t Mrs. O’Rourke. How is that leg of yours doing?” Mike would then whip…
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Continue reading →: Bartel Bee“Hello, my friend. I brought your favorite today,” said Anya to Bartel Bee. “I am grateful. You have been a good friend to the bees,” said Bartel. The two spent the morning chatting about news from the forest. “I must warn you, matron,” remarked the bee. “Dark forces swirl around…
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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…
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.
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