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Continue reading →: Oldie But A GoodieHello kiddies, Grimm here with a Halloween treat just for you. It’s an oldie but a goodie. Trick-or-treat smell my feet.Give me something good to eat. Well, it may be a little stale now, but in your parents’ days, it rocked their socks off. Until Samhain, I’m wishing you black…
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Continue reading →: A Lonely Giant“I’m sorry to disturb you, sir, but may I have a moment of your time?” said the elder Troll. The Giant raised his head from his nap and stared with astonishment at the Troll. “Why certainly, my little friend, how may I help you this fine afternoon?” replied the Giant.…
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Continue reading →: Night Mare“Ain’t afraid of no spooky horse,” said Maud. “Well, you always had no sense about you, woman. That critter is out there. You stomping across the moors tonight will bring its wrath upon you,” said Tom the barkeep. Maud was one of those folk who would fight you over one…
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Continue reading →: Scared Straight“Thomas Darby, I have come for you this night,” said the phantom. Thomas fell to his knees and began to pray to the holy saints. “I didn’t mean to take farmer Fitzgibbons’s milk. I was hungry and thought he wouldn’t mind,” said Thomas. “Thomas Darby, you have spent your time…
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Continue reading →: A Hedgewitch’s Tale“Welcome, please gather around. I wish to share a remarkable story from the Tea Time Tales library,” said the Hedgewitch. Each year, the villagers of Folksburywoods gather at the library in the forest to hear a magical tale. This year, Miss Franny the Hedgewitch and her familiar, Izba the magical…
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Continue reading →: A Dark Greeting“Welcome, I see you have gotten lost on the highway. Please come in and have a rest before you continue,” said the dark stranger. I decided to walk the outer road to the summit. The locals advised against it. They assured me it was not safe but gave no other…
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Continue reading →: Just A Nip“Keep the crack going,” said Mayuk. “I’ll do my best, but I’ll need a sample of the cider to wet my whistle,” replied his friend. After Mayuk retired from the circus, he returned to his childhood home to live with his cousin Malak. The two had been close in their…
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Continue reading →: Saying Goodbye“It’s been a while since I came to see them. The angels used to fill the sky as they headed to their winter home,” said the woman. “The last time there were twelve, now only one, and soon there will be none,” muttered the watcher. “I, too, am the last.…
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Continue reading →: Dreadfully Sorry“I’m dreadfully sorry you seem to have made a mistake,” said Mr. Death. “Yes, this is the stairway to Hell. But, as I said to you earlier, I believe that you are mistaking it for another stairway,” Death insisted. The monster insisted he was on the correct stairway. He argued…
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Continue reading →: TruddlemiteIn the land of Nod, there lived a Poddling His name was Truddlemite and nothing more. Every morning, Truddlemite rose early to hunt and fish. And every night, he retired when the stars came out. A Poddling is not adventurous, so the story ends here. A Poddling enjoys a full…
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Continue reading →: The Oak“Hard to believe it has been twenty years since we first met under the oak tree,” said Ula “Time has no meaning for those who live in harmony. Together, we have crossed an ocean of time. When we reach the distant shore, we will find it took only an instant,”…
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Continue reading →: The Keeper of Dreams“Yes, this should do nicely,” said the Keeper. For as long as he could remember, he had been the guardian of dreams. Each night, the Keeper would select a memorable dream, then mix it with sand. “Now to send it off to the Sandman,” muttered the Keeper. The dreams are…
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Continue reading →: The Bell Ringer“Honor they said. The only honor I got was being the biggest fool in the town,” said Horace. For two centuries, the duties of the bell ringer were of great prestige. In those days, the enemy would attack day or night, in sunny or inclement weather. “Three squares and a…
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Continue reading →: Skip to My Lou“That’s it, lass, you got it now,” said Cliff to his friend Clara. “The world is swirling around me,” replied his friend. The two friends had grown up on either side of the tracks. Cliff’s mother believed that the color of one’s skin never determined a good soul. “I love…
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Continue reading →: FeuillemortFeuillemort (n.) of the color of dead or dying leaves. “I, too, am getting dry and brittle,” said the matron as she gazed at the dead leaf. Anya had seen two hundred and thirty-nine winters and was wondering how many more were in store for her. “I do like spring…
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Continue reading →: Thinking“You know, Festus, living here was the dumbest thing we ever did,” said Rufus to his dog. The man had such high hopes. He believed living out on the island would lead to a better life. It would be better than the life he had back in the hollers of…
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Continue reading →: Wicked“I hear them howling on cold autumn nights when the moon is full,” said the barkeep. “I don’t believe much in children’s fairytales. They don’t hold up under close examination,” I replied. “You’re a bigger fool than old Ichabod Crane,” barked the barkeep. “We all know how he met his…
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Continue reading →: Gula“The aroma of these apples is driving me mad. I must have one,” said Gula. Duke Gula had once been a man, but that was long ago. There are rumors of a witch denied scraps while the Duke stuffed his face with the finest morsel one could imagine. “Yes, quite…
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Continue reading →: The Charm WeaverShe seldom speaks, but when she does, none can evade her spells. The Charm Weaver dwells in the dark mists of the Broken Hollow with her four companions. Shataki, the ancient Tea Master, Mythral, the Wrath, Occnar, the fabled Meowl, and Grumling, the Zort. If you seek out the Charm…
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Continue reading →: The Graveman“I’m the Graveman of Cartuth, and since you are here, I will tell you my tale,” said the troll. Karoth was entrusted with the bodies of the saints seven centuries ago. During his time as the watchman, many creatures attempted to steal the bodies to sell as relics. Everyone is…
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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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