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Continue reading →: Old Hickory(Featured Artist Alisaa Alexandra Johnson) Old Hickory sat in the middle of a barren field. “Tan’t no body gonna bother me here,” said the tree. Once, a long time ago, Hickory stood tall and proud. Surrounded by a meadow filled with sunflowers and daisies. “They done skedaddle them fair weather…
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Continue reading →: Riddle in a SongEwá wanted to be alone. “I need to think without everyone pushing me to remember the words,” the girl said. Her eyes lit up, “The remembering place, of course,” cried Ewá. As a child, she would go there with her Nana before the Dark Vales took her away. When the…
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Continue reading →: The ChemistWhen the need to remove an obstacle is great, and secrecy is of the utmost importance, one calls the Chemist. You won’t find him in the phonebook. He has no known address. Those who have seen him are unable to provide the authorities with any details about his appearance. The…
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Continue reading →: The Tale of Nubieous MaximusWhen the Troth attacked the forest, a tinker named Nubieous Maximus built a flying machine to spy on Mörken’s forces. Nubieous gathered a collection of discarded rain jackets. The tinker applied a large helping of rubber tree sap to their surfaces. As Nubieous sewed the clothes together, a large ball…
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Continue reading →: Zen of the ApocalypseThe man knew it was coming. Nos felt it in his bones. “Well, best get packing. It’s a bit of a hike to the summit,” said Nos. He gathered his prayer rug and headed out the door. Nos took the 512 to the rail station, then bought a one-way ticket.…
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Continue reading →: Tis But A Scratch“Do you think he means it, Glim?” asked the dwarf. “Na, he’s pulling our leg,” replied his friend. “I shall destroy you both,” cried the dragon. Glimdor and Huffelmite came across the beast while on the way to the local tavern. The two had finished defeating an army of kobolds…
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Continue reading →: Make A Wish“Time to go, Trevor,” the young woman said. Climbing onto her repus, Windom nudged the creature forward, and away they sped. “Almost at the top now. I’ll walk from here,” said Windom as she dismounted the beast. Windom allowed the repus to roam free as she made the short journey…
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Continue reading →: The Merry Maker“What day is it?” asked the child. “It’s the day after yesterday, and the day before tomorrow,” replied her mother. “Why hasn’t he come yet? The wind blows warm, and nestlings cry out. Why hasn’t the Merry Maker come?” questioned the child. Each year, at the height of summer, the…
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Continue reading →: Shrooming“I don’t understand. The things appeared without warning. It’s not natural,” said Mrs. Cummings. “Someone is trying to tell us something,” remarked the Hedgewitch. “Who’s going to clean it up?” asked the village elder. The inhabitants of Oakvale awoke to find their village overrun by enormous mushrooms. “There are dozens…
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Continue reading →: What Ya Doing?“What ya doing?” said a voice. Farmer Fitzgibbons was deep in thought and paid no attention to the small voice calling to him. “I said what ya doing?” the imp cried. Startled, Fitzgibbons looked up to see a wee beastie sitting on the bridge’s railing. “I see I’ve got your…
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Continue reading →: Breakfast“I’m tired of stale bread and moldy cheese for breakfast,” said Tildeg. The gwelf had lived in his late parents’ house for two years, trying to eke out a living. “I can’t get a break. I work the fields the same as my dad, yet nothing grows,” the gwelf muttered.…
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Continue reading →: Sorry Lass“I’m sorry, lass. I’ve no place here in my tree for the likes of you,” said the goblin. “I’ve nowhere to go, and night is coming. You can’t leave me out here to die,” pleaded the flower. “Only for the night, at first light, you’re out the door. Understand?” the…
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Continue reading →: Bloosom“Excuse me, but can you tell me the way to the festival?” the fairy asked. “Well, bless my trunk, it’s a flying toddler,” replied Snorg. “Toddler? Mister, I’ll have you know I am two hundred and eighty years old,” snapped the fairy. “I meant no disrespect. My name is Snorg,…
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Continue reading →: Lost Then Found“Hello, may I ask why a lovely flower like yourself is stuck in the middle of nowhere?” asked Trillion. “Oh, Hello. It’s rather difficult to explain, but I will do my best,” said the plant. “If it’s too much, I’ll wait until another time,” remarked the girl. “No, it’s no…
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Continue reading →: A Warning“Mert, you must leave,” cried his friend. “Why?” asked the merman. “The villagers are coming to capture you. They mean to harm you as well,” said Warcul. “I don’t understand. Have I done something wrong?” asked Mert. Warcul explained that the villagers blamed him for the lack of fish they…
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Continue reading →: Lichun 立春Images and stories from my new book about the Chinese Solar Year. Lichun 立春: The coldest days are almost over, and we can feel the signs of Spring. “It’s here!” shouted the girl as she climbed out from under the warm blanket. Lichun, the beginning of Spring, was Ting Ting’s favorite…
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Continue reading →: Bungling Butterflies“What are they all doing here?” said Priscilla. The worker bee had left the hive early to check on the sunflowers when she stumbled into a mob scene. “These bumbling butterflies are taking all the nectar. This will not do,” remarked the bee. Soon, other worker bees arrived. After a…
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Continue reading →: She Loves Me Not“I don’t understand. The flowers never lie,” said Dillard. The gruggle monk had loved Shilard since they were pups and knew he would marry her one day. The daisies said she loved me, and so did the dandylions,” Dillard muttered. He had pulled petals in the morning and evening as…
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Continue reading →: Once We Were Many“Once we were many,” said the ancient guardian. Alone in a clearing sits a relic from a time long past when the Watchers protected the forest. “We stood as watchmen for the creatures of the wood. If an Outlander should venture in, we would warn the small beasts to hide.…
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Continue reading →: Be Gone Outlander“Be gone! Take your foul stench and leave this valley,” cried the old goblin. Terick was tired of dealing with the outlanders. He was weary of their smell and their greed for his gold. Long ago, before the Umans came to the valley, Terick lived at peace with the land.…
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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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