Folksburywoods

While many wonder who the Sandman is, those who live in the Folksburywoods know him as Jasper. Traveling from house to house, Jasper sprinkles his sleep sand in the eyes of those who wished for a sweet dream. Perhaps Jasper will visit you tonight, so don’t forget to say your…

Sir Mopsus rode forth from the castle armed with his father’s sword to vanquish the evil worm that threatened the kingdom with destruction. “Tobias, we have our work cut out for us today. By all accounts, this beast stands ten hands tall and breathes fire and shoots poison,” Tobias gave…

“For the love of Mike, slow down, you daft beastie. My soup is spilling all over the table,” yelled Aragon from the door of his hut. “Sorry, boss, but I want to get to the market. Cleo is going to be there today,” the snail replied. “Oh, so it’s a…

“I’m sorry, Penwyn, but you need to understand I need the wood to build my barn, or my animals will freeze when the weather turns cold,” pleaded Elly. “But what of the creatures that live here and depend on the trees? What of them?” asked Penwyn. Penwyn was a forest…

Willy Winkle was an angry cuss. He’d fight with the door if it did open fast enough for his liking. Most folks steered clear of him, and he liked it that way. The funny thing about Willy is he was a Christmas Elf, and you’d think he’d be jolly like…

“I remember the first time my grandfather took me to see them. I was so excited. “Angels,” he said. We were going to see angels,” Meeka remarked to her friends as they walked along the lake. Each year since that time, the granddaughter of a watchmaker would ride the tram…

“I’m going to tell Ms. Fidget that you were throwing rocks at Missy Barnes,” scolded Timothy Tattletales. “I see you stealing those apples, Jimmy Farnesworth, and you, Billy Kroger, I know you took farmer MacKye’s pumpkins last night,” hollered the tattler. If you did something wrong and were a kid,…

Nikolai swept the house, cleaned and put away the dishes, and added wood to the fire. Nikolai was a Domovoy, and he loved his family very much. Folks who don’t live in the Slavic lands are unaware of these house spirits and their importance to each family. The Domovoy protects…

Oh, Hello, my little friend, I must have missed you the last time I was here,” said the guardian. Stossel Nuburgh was the keeper of the Christmas Trees. “You’re the perfect size for the children’s orphanage in Bristol. Would you like to be their tree this year? ” Stossel inquired.…

Tomasina would do no work, not lower herself to chase a mouse or kill a rat. Tomasina was wise for a cat. She had read nearly all the books in the library. Tomasina was above fouling her paws with the dirt of a rodent. She would sit on her desk,…

“In times long gone, the Rompers would dance by the moon’s song under her loving silver light,” said the Archivist. “It has been a hundred thousand generations since then, and now we are sport for man. Allowed to live in cages or narrow strips of land until humans find need…

Silas lived in a hole in 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 of things. Silas was on his way to enjoy…

When Nelly met Ned, it was love at first sight. The two have been together for two days, and for them, it is time to get “hitched up” as a couple. They talk about raising a family with twelve kids and a handful of critters out back for eating. Ned…

“I have to go away tomorrow,” said Kári to Guthmundr, the white snow bear, and Svanr, the boar. “But it’s not snowing yet,” Guthmundr questioned. “I know, I must learn to be a man. That’s what the elder told me,” answered Kári. “Will you come back?” said Svanr, lowering his…

Madmen speak of encountering the Snark, reptoids in South America’s Andes Mountains. It is said that once they have you in their sight, you are driven mad by the high-pitched whistle they use as a weapon. Some have escaped the Snark by leaping into the canyon river, which flows beside…

There are certain places in Appalachia that no man should go. While locals talk of a vile demon that lives in the woods, the truth is much scarier. The Scotts who migrated to the mountains were said to have mistakenly brought them from their homeland, where they were called Bodach.…