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Continue reading →: Happy New Year 2026Hendricks the wizard gives Folksburywoods a night to remember. Even the lightning bugs help ring in the New Year festivities. From the Folksburywoods Story Blog – We’re Wishing You a Safe and Happy 2026.
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Continue reading →: An Ancient Path“Door of stone that guards the spirits of darkness, open to me. I hold the Dragon’s Eye and command you to obey,” said the cloaked figure. The heavy slab slid open, revealing a hidden passage. “You, my friend, will unlock the Chamber of Torment and release my minions,” remarked the…
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Continue reading →: New Trousers“I don’t understand. Have I not served the family well?” asked Wilbin upon seeing the new clothes. Tradition was strong during Tsar Nicholas II’s reign. When a Domovoy received new clothes, it meant they were dismissed from service. “I never left the cow unmilked. When that Kikimora came around, I…
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Continue reading →: SanctuaryIt is told of a time before the burning sky when those of the flock dwelt in a beautiful garden. “Dugen, wisest of the flock, please tell us the story of the before time. Tell us about when our kind lived in paradise,” said Madix the Brave. “Long ago and…
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Continue reading →: A Helping Hand“I’ve come for you, Bobby McGuire. I’m taking you to Krampus, where you’ll pay for your bad behavior,” said the Coalbringer. “Bobby Who? I don’t know anyone named Bobby McGuire. You must have the wrong home,” said the lad. “Nonsense, I’m tired of you children lying and squirming to get…
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Continue reading →: Festive Greetings To AllFolksburywoods Story Blog wishes everyone a joyful holiday season. No matter where you are on our beautiful planet, may there be peace and goodwill toward all.
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Continue reading →: Hell Can Wait“Let’em wait. I’m not going anywhere,” said the massive troll. Gunther Braveheart had killed more humans than a dozen human armies. After a fatal attack, he died alone in the freezing Arctic waters. “Judgement, they said, who are they to judge me. I have slaughtered more creatures than any other…
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Continue reading →: Solstice Sunrise“Come on, Pip, I want to go back to bed. It’s too early in the morning for me,” said Slovar Dragon. “You old firebag. All you do is whine. I brought you here to see the solstice sunrise,” said Pip. “Looks the same as all the others to me,” remarked…
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Continue reading →: The Conqueror’s Gaze“Fools! They’ll pay with flesh and bone before this fight is over,” cried Mörken the Dark One. Mörken’s minions, the Troth, released him from the void. Now, he wanted nothing more than to make those responsible pay. “I can’t attack the Old Ones, so the Waldvolker must pay the price…
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Continue reading →: The Dark One’s ReturnAs fall fades to winter in the ancient forest, the Waldvolker are not in a celebratory mood. News reaches the inhabitants that Mörken the Dark One has returned from the void. “The Dark One’s return sends shivers through me. I know he will come and kill us all,” said Lufa.…
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Continue reading →: A Father’s Rage“No!” were the only words that came out of the troll’s mouth. The other words were too painful to speak. Gunnar took his children high into the mountains after St. Olaf killed his mate. “We hurt no one, no one,” wept the father. Most trolls turn to stone in sunlight.…
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Continue reading →: Be of Good Cheer“It’s true, honey, your Daddy once met her during a hard winter. Many animals were dying. She appeared with gifts and spread warmth throughout the land,” said Mother Fox. “Father, will you tell me about her, please?” the child begged. Mr. Fox cleared his throat and then told the tale…
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Continue reading →: Ritual“Apollonia, you mustn’t talk like that. The Gods will hear you,” said her mother. “Why? We of the Shadow Clan have remained docile far too long. Let us call the ancient ones and let havoc rain upon their homes,” cried the girl. The two could not agree on how to…
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Continue reading →: Yule Cat“I like my clothes, woman. Stop pestering me about getting new ones,” said Abner. “Don’t blame me if the Yule Cat should find you,” replied his wife. “Yule Cat, next you’ll be telling me Father Christmas is bringing me a new plow,” muttered the man. He walked out to have…
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Continue reading →: Christmas Spider“Hello, my little friend, have you come for a tasty fly?” asked the woman. Galena Trufflalot lived in a small cottage near the valley of Dundor. After her husband passed away, she had only a goat and a plot of dirt to grow vegetables. “I’m sorry, I have nothing to…
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Continue reading →: The Yule GoatIt’s a time of darkness across the land. The young huddle under layers to ward off winter’s bite while the teller of tales spins her yarn. “During midwinter when the snow lies deep, the beast walks the land,” said Baba. “Is it evil from the dark valley beyond the nine…
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Continue reading →: Senseless Insanity“The scene is forever burned into my memory. The senseless insanity will haunt me until I turn to dust,” said the mountain troll. “At the dawn of time, when Ymir brought forth the different races. There was one who terrified the rest. Man,” the troll spoke. The giants scoffed at…
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Continue reading →: Can’t Be Allowed“I sense a change in the breezes. Good fortune comes my way, bringing flesh to shred,” muttered Torbuk. Beneath the Archtopis lived the hermit known as Torbuk the Damned. A scavenger of rats and mushrooms, his mind had become twisted toward those who live in the light. “Filth is protection…
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Continue reading →: Keeper of Secrets“What will I do?” said Thelonious. It is a long-held belief that frogs make the best keepers of secrets. Listening to those who come to unburden their souls often places a tremendous weight upon the frog’s conscience. “I must not let my husband know that the child isn’t his,” whispered…
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Continue reading →: Starlight“Papa, is it true that once every hundred years an angel comes to earth to spread starlight?” asked Meeshka. “Meeshka, you are always asking the most troublesome questions,” her grandfather replied. “I want to know about the angel. Is that trouble?” whimpered the child. Her grandfather lowered his head in…
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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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