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Continue reading →: Awakening from a NightmareThe battle between the Old Ones, their Shadow Puppets allies, and Mörken and his Troth army was swift. You might even say anticlimactic. As the Troth forces attacked the Old One’s assault team, their commander opened a vortex to the ether and sucked the entire legion in. Mörken, sensing defeat,…
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Continue reading →: Stepping ThroughUrsala stood before the open portal door and prepared to step through. “I wish I didn’t have to do this, but fate has placed me here so that I will go,” said the wise woman. Closing her eyes and letting go of Fern’s hand, the healer stepped through the doorway.…
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Continue reading →: A Dragon’s TaleI am Slovar Dragon from the old country, and will tell you the old story of a boy who did not listen to his elders and fell deeply into troubles.Every day, the boy would walk home from school through the forest. It took him a long time and was very dull.The…
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Continue reading →: A Time to Shine“Look, Uwan, it’s our time to shine. We can take on the Dark One and earn our place. Tell me, whoever heard of a grounder being a hero? Now’s our chance to put the slimmers in stories told around the fire,” said Jacques.”Gee, I don’t know, Jacques. We’re so small,…
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Continue reading →: DesolationJakke scouted the desolation as Turgk followed, sniffing for something to eat. Suddenly, they found themselves in the mists of a whirlwind. Both Waldvolker and the dog crouched down for protection against the dirt. As the dust settled, Jakka looked up into the face of Szih-tu, messenger of the Old…
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Continue reading →: I Wonder“I wonder,” said the old rabbit. “Could it be that the Celtics saw the moon as a way to understand their world, and that is why they built these standing stones,” asked the rabbit. “Perhaps we’ll never know. Still, I wonder,” said the rabbit to no one in particular.
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Continue reading →: The Curious Life of Cornelius CrumpetCornelius Crumpet lived in an unassuming house on an ordinary street in a simple village. If you saw him on the street, you wouldn’t even give him a second glance. However, if you followed him home to his garden behind the house, you would learn that Cornelius Crumpet was anything…
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Continue reading →: A Different Take on ThingsSince he was young, others have taken from him. First, they took his food, and if he tried to stop them, they beat him. Later, they took his toys. Finally, they took his dignity. That was how life was, and Mörken wanted no part of it. One day, while walking…
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Continue reading →: What Lies WithinThe following morning, Ursala awoke before dawn, made tea, and sat at her table, staring at the wrapped object she had retrieved the previous day. “Maybe I should open it. It could be nothing at all, or then again, it could be a great deal. Oh, bother, what to do?”…
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Continue reading →: Finding the KeyThe wise woman sat sipping her tea and pondering what the ghostly figure had said, “Seek the key to unlock the doorway east of the moon and west of the sun.” In all her time in the ancient forest, she had never heard of this place and wondered if it…
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Continue reading →: Return of the SnarsThe ancient forest has many secrets. When only reptoids walked the land, a tribe known as the Snars existed—a bloodthirsty clan of lizard men who ruled over the entire forest. As time passed, the tribe grew weak, and they were finally wiped out by the combined forces of the Old…
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Continue reading →: Grandfather TreeThe children of the forest will tell you there is no more extraordinary teller of tales than Grandfather Tree. No one knows his exact age, but many say he was here when the great forest was but a meadow. If he is up to it, he may share the story.…
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Continue reading →: Silas Scrum and the BatSilas Scrum, the keeper of things, lived alone in a dark, dank, and cobweb-filled hole in the side of a tree. He liked it that way. While on his way to see the Lord Chamberlain, Silas encountered an odd creature sitting on an old tree stump. “Good morning, who are…
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Continue reading →: Silas Scrum and the DogSilas, the keeper of things, lived alone in a dark, dank, and cobweb-filled hole in the side of a tree. He liked it that way. Silas roamed the land, collecting bits of facts about what people did. He wrote it down in a big heavy book so the lord could…
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Continue reading →: Silas ScrumSilas 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. His job was to travel around, sticking…
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Continue reading →: Visiting EnochThe twins decide to visit the forest’s beast master, Enoch. “Greetings to you, Enoch. The Waldvolker have come to plead for your assistance in this war against Mörken the Dark One. What say you?” “Children, it pains me to see these vial Troth killing my creatures for their meals,…
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Continue reading →: Silent TravelerThere once came a man of darkness A drifter passing by Silent were his travels A wagon, horse, and cat by his side Eyes deep darted back and forth Searching for answers lost years ago Never stopping, never speaking It seemed that he had fallen Into someone’s wicked spell The…
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Continue reading →: The Coming of MatsumotoOnce, there lived a being so powerful that by focusing his will on a single object, he could alter time around it. If he wanted to eat an orange and none were ripe, he would move time around the desired piece of fruit, and it was ready to eat in…
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Continue reading →: East of the MoonNear the ruins of the old one’s altar, a local farmer, Sutep, encountered a translucent figure while mushroom hunting. The being spoke not a word; however, the farmer heard it talking to him. “Child of the forest, the time has come for you to open the Palantilith and allow the…
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Continue reading →: A Time To SingMaik and Manfred decide that all this is worrying about the coming of the Dark One, and his evil Troth was for the birds. “A tune will help brush away these cobwebs of worry,” said Maik. Then, he began to play his fiddle. Manfred grabbed a mug and tapped a…
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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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