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Continue reading →: Forgotten SoldierThe war had its victims and prisoners, and Norick’s job was guarding the worst. As a soldier, he was honored to be chosen to keep the foulest scum from returning to battle. “I understand, Mother. I should be on the battlefield, but who will watch these demons? If they should…
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Continue reading →: Moonlight Memories“Do you remember when we first came here so long ago?” asked the matron of the miner. “I remember a very nervous young man whose palms sweat and heart raced,” replied Gojeck. “You were so afraid I would feel your wet hands that you kept them in your pockets the…
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Continue reading →: Sea TrollSo long ago, not even the mountains remember a troll who stole another’s bride on their wedding night was banished to the sea forever. Since that time when the moon is full and the fog thick, the sea troll comes to the shore’s edge, begging to return to his home…
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Continue reading →: Twilight’s Solitude“No more today, Bruno. My old fingers can’t take the strain,” said Giovanni. The dog sat up and looked, then lay back down to sleep more. “I pretended I am not old, but the truth is that we are way past our prime. You might say we have one foot…
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Continue reading →: Fire With Fire“Enough! We of the troll clan have kept this secret from the Waldvolker for far too long. Given that fact, the Mörken has somehow come back bringing a horde of Ratlings and a necromancer; I see we have no choice in the matter,” said Oteck. The council of four sat…
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Continue reading →: Something in the AirImre could tell something was not quite right in the forest. The air felt heavy and difficult to breathe and no longer tasted sweet on his tongue. “I know this is that devil’s work. Somehow, he has returned from the nothingness. I must warn Toothgar and the others of the…
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Continue reading →: Winter of DiscontentGriselda met Thorax while on her winter walk. “Ho wood walker, what brings you here from the snowy peaks?” the forest guardian asked. “Ho guardian, I travel to warn you of a new trouble in the forests. Word has been sent that fire demons have been seen crossing the northern…
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Continue reading →: Welcome to Woo’sNot all folk or fairy tales are about princesses, ogres, or dragons. If you were to come to Asia, you would find that many wonder tales are about food. The tale I am about to tell you is made up or at least filled with exaggerations. But it is nonetheless…
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Continue reading →: What IfCuthbert Cumberbatch stood on Merlin’s Crossing, staring into the void that had been his life. “What if things had been different?” The man wondered. Six years ago, Cuthbert was a successful businessman with a posh apartment and a girlfriend who loved him with all her heart. Then, one weekend, he…
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Continue reading →: They’re Watching“Quietly we watch,” spoke the Crow. “We see you. Where you go, and who you know,” quoth the Raven. “Out of sight is out of mind, but we never forget a face,” remarked the Rook. “We steal the shinies, and you blame the maid,” said the Magpie. “We wait for…
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Continue reading →: A Tree TalkWhen the forest children have finished their morning lessons, they visit Grandfather Tree to hear exciting tales. “Listen, children, what I’m about to tell you happened long ago when the forest was still young,” the old tree would start each story. Today was Fiona, the fox’s birthday, and she wanted…
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Continue reading →: Bad JuJuIn the darkest part of Folksburywoods is a small, unassuming hut home to the Voodoo Priestess Fon Nanbo. Many moons ago, she and her Gran fled the Viper Gangs of their Caribbean home and were given shelter by the Waldvolker. After her Gran passed, Fon Nanbo took her place, brewing…
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Continue reading →: ScapegoatTheodore Cromwell lll sat before the warming flames and wondered how he got there. Teddy was always eager to please as the junior partner in Bilcome and Run. “Teddy, can you transfer these funds to our Jamaican offshore account before the end of the day?” Mr. Graft, his supervisor, asked.…
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Continue reading →: Ripples in TimeSince Bascilla was just a wee lass, she would sneak to the babbling brook near her hut and sit for hours gazing at the flowing water, mesmerized by the ripples moving down the stream. “I see patterns, and they tell me things about the world,” she would tell her mother.…
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Continue reading →: The Dark Is RisingThey stood silent, fearing to breathe as the moon moved before the setting sun. The wizard spoke, “We will not allow the dark to rise and take this land. We will fight for what is ours.” Mörken the Dark One had tricked the necromancer Myzhur into joining his forces, assuring…
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Continue reading →: MyzhurHe hated the living, their smell and touch, and especially their mindless chatter. Myzhur preferred the dead. He found them more inviting, especially when he resurrected them. Myzhur was a Diablerie who used demonic magic to eliminate all the goodness around him. His familiar Daraklese is a dark wrath sent…
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Continue reading →: When A Door Closes“No! You may be my older sister by three minutes, but I will not stand by and allow you to jeopardize your safety over a fairy myth,” shouted Franny. “I would like to point out what Hendrik told you when you suggested using the door to fight the necromancer,” said…
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Continue reading →: Yum Yum TreeTucked away in the ancient forest of Ãlskad is an ordinary swamp with an extraordinary tree known only to a few. Elly, the gardener, is one of them, and she named it the Yum Yum tree. While talking to the Marsh Wizard Fern about how amazing the tree was, she…
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Continue reading →: A Winter’s Walk“I’m just going for a walk. I need some air. It shouldn’t be long,” Wortog told his wife, then stepped out into the crisp Winter air. “Why do all these holidays always have to be about her family and friends? Come on, Wortog, let’s make merry. It will be fun—fun…
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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