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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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Continue reading →: Day Dreams“I wonder what the future holds for me,” the Trelf asked. Cerius loved to dangle her feet in the wishing pool and think about the future. “I want to travel the world on an adventure,” said Cerius. “I’ll climb the tallest mountain and see all the way around the world.”…
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Continue reading →: Giving Thanks“I wish you were here, Daisy. I miss you so much,” Tula said. The Waldvolker came to the shine of lost souls to offer up thanks to her former companion. The traditional offering was flowers and bread. “I sometimes wonder why you ran out on me that stormy night. Was…
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Continue reading →: Just A PinchOnce there lived a poor farmer. He did what he could to feed his family, but things didn’t work out. The farmer could only grow pumpkins because of the poor soil. Their pumpkins never grew as large as those of the other farmers. One day, the farmer had had enough,…
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Continue reading →: Fun and Games“Whom should we torment tonight, Aloysius?” asked the Troth. “We are overdue at the dwarves’ encampment,” replied the serpent. Five years ago, the Troth fought a battle against the forest folk. After their defeat, they were cast into the formless void to suffer for all time. “I miss my sisters…
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Continue reading →: MesmerizedTeerok sat and gazed upon his golden sphere, “You shine like the sun, moon, and stars,” said the little Dorn. Day in and day out, he would not eat or drink, only gaze upon his golden sphere. “Teerok, you will die if you don’t stop your gazing,” warned the birds.…
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Continue reading →: Solitude“Just think, Sisyphus, two thousand years ago this rock was a Roman lighthouse,” said Alion. The snail had no idea who the Romans were or what a lighthouse was.. “I sometimes imagine Roman Galleys passing this very spot on their way to conquer some far-off land,” remarked the girl. Alion’s…
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Continue reading →: Why Me?Enid Blyton was a suspicious person. Folks claimed he was the most cautious person they had ever met. “Now, if I take the forest path, I can get home fast, but what if there is a robber there?” said Enid. Enid would walk a mile around a ladder to avoid…
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Continue reading →: A Seeker of Truth“You come before me as a seeker of truth,” said the Siren. “Aye, I have, and I’m prepared to pay the price for such knowledge,” replied the man. Far from the highways is a place few would seek if they had a choice. It is an ancient place with an…
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Continue reading →: The Fault Is Mine“The fault is mine, I don’t deny,” said the wizard sitting at his scroll bench. “A thousand years before the wheel said my Master when I appeared here so long ago,” muttered Saluatha. The wizard had been arrogant in his youth. He made a deal with Lucifer Morningstar. The agreement…
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Continue reading →: The Howling“The morning is always the same. I’m covered in dried blood, and an exploding headache,” Rob told his friend. “Aren’t you tired of it? It’s been three years since your attack. After all this time, you still have found no way to reverse the curse,” said Dave. Rob and Dave…
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Continue reading →: Apothecary“Eels again? You’re not sticking that beastie on my bum, are you?” cried the miner. “This is no eel Angus. This beastie is a northern horned serpent, and they are very hard to come by,” replied Edweena. The Apothecarist terrified everyone who walked through her doors. Whether it was Sicilian…
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Continue reading →: Silent VigilWhen the corn stands dry and brittle, and a harvest moon hangs low in the sky. The Tatterman walks in search of lost souls. A hundred years ago, he stood as a tatterman guarding the farmers’ fields. One fateful night, a young girl took a shortcut through the corn field…
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Continue reading →: Alesi“Tamac, hurry up, I don’t want to miss seeing the rainbow falls,” said Alesi. “Must we always be rushing everywhere, Mistress?” replied the tiny dragon. Alesi had spent her entire life in the beloved forest of Ãlskad. She couldn’t imagine that the whole world was not an enormous forest. “Do…
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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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