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Continue reading →: Sharing“I like it when we can be together and share our lives,” said Weedle. “I as well. I would explode if I had to keep all these things inside me,” said Vera as she darted about. “Yes, sharing is the best thing friends can do. When something good happens, you…
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Continue reading →: Dark Passage“Muzhichik, do you hear that rumble?” asked the dragon. “A-ha, it could be a Troth scout or a merchant. They use a two-wheeled cart to move their supplies,” replied the troll. “Should I go up and see?” asked Trillium. “No! I don’t want anyone to know we are here,” commanded…
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Continue reading →: Old Bony Legs( A retelling of an old favorite) Once there was an old witch whose home stood on chicken legs. Glowing-eyed guardians encircle the house. To enter the house, you must say, “House, turn your back toward the forest and your front toward me.” Being a magical house, it could travel…
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Continue reading →: Stairs to Climb“We’re almost there, can’t you move any faster?” Kali said. “Hurry, Kelm, we have to go. Faster, Kelm, we’ve stairs to climb. What’s taking so long, Kelm? I’m sick of you complaining. Go on without me and leave me in peace,” cried her brother. Kali’s eyes watered over. “We promised…
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Continue reading →: The Quiet Table“Look, they’ve left us wine and hard rolls,” the phantom said. “She is a good wife and mother. We must watch over her as she ages. Life has been hard on the woman,” remarked another. “That man of hers is a rotten apple, always drinking and talking big with his…
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Continue reading →: Playing With Fire“The Ghast almost destroyed the borrow groves. As I extinguish one fireball, he would send another,” the gwelf told Fern. “Damn that Mörken and his playmates. If it’s fire he wants, then the Troth better break out the sausages. Things are going to get hot real fast,” cried the Marsh…
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Continue reading →: Hope Fades“Are all the good times in the past?” Torba said. “What do you mean? We have this warm fire and a bottle of wine, is that not enough?” asked Marcel. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sour your mood. Please have another drink, and we’ll sing some more,” replied Marcel’s…
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Continue reading →: Shroom Commune“There, there, my pretty, you’ll be fine now,” said the skreel as he straightened the fungus. Ignar could not stand to see his pretties harmed by the furry ones who played in the burrow groves. “Snick snap. I will find you furries. Snick goes my claw, then worm food goes…
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Continue reading →: Questions“I see you have questions, said a voice. Startled, Garett looked up right into the face of an ancient little man sitting in his tree. “Yes, how did you know?” said the young man. “Your look of bewilderment gave it away. That and you kept repeating the same words as…
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Continue reading →: The Witches of Waverly“You know there are witches in Waverly, don’t you?” said Petunia Smallwood. “Pet, I wasn’t born yesterday. If there were witches here, I’d be the first to know. That’ll be 5p for the hard rolls, if you please,” said the baker. Outside the shop, Petunia giggled. “It worked! The charm…
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Continue reading →: Dark WarningHendricks searches through the ancient tomes on Teutonic Magic, when he finds a warning scrawled on the fading text. “Beware the dark walker who comes bearing a smile. Attempt not to banish him with the old magic. Those who were here before have tried, and doom was their fortune.” Scribbling…
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Continue reading →: Don’t Touch It“Izba, I don’t know how many times I’ve told you. ‘Don’t Touch It.’ Yet here you are playing with the goblin fart, again,” said the wise woman. “I can’t help it, Ursala. I like to see it change color when I roll it around,” replied the cat. “Shoo now off…
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Continue reading →: Fighting Mad“Run, Cicero,” cried the deer as they flew past. “What’s happening?” cried the Gwelf. “Burning man comes and makes fire from his hands,” said a wild boar who heard her cries. “Enough! Mörken’s terror stops now. Fire magic is it, well, see how our water magic suits you,” Cicero said.…
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Continue reading →: A Shadow of Darkness“I don’t like the look of the moon this morning,” Franny told Izba as they headed out to hunt mushrooms. “The hair on my neck is sticking up. Could there be another necromancer?” asked the cat. “We need to see what Fern thinks of this. She is the wizard of…
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Continue reading →: The Old Ways of MagicAsrek sat near the river with his compass. “Please, oh please don’t move to the left,” pleads the little Gwelf. When dark magic is near, the compass needle spins left to right. “Now you listen to me, compass. I want you to move to the right. Do you hear me?”…
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Continue reading →: A Wizard Named ZweedleZweedle was the youngest and smallest graduate of Miss Filligree’s Homeopathic School for Wizardry. “Now Zweedle, you must remember that the power is within you. Size does not matter to being a great wizard,” said the headmistress on graduation day. Most serious wizards scoffed at her methods, but many wise…
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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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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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