The librarian used to wonder why no one wanted the position that doubled her salary and included lodging in the loft above.

Once upon a midnight dreary
There stood a house so very scary.
Its windows dark and mortar worn,
Within a world built by Sugarlore.

They came asking for wine, as they always did. Too many cousins showed up for the wedding apparently

Some spells require rare ingredients… and the rarest of them all is ash from a fallen dragon.

Look, we know. "Basic" is the word people reach for the second pumpkin spice shows up anywhere near a menu. 

There's an old story about an even older sweater that you won't find in your drawers or closet. It shows up when you need it most, and it knows not just when the air turns cold, but when you do.

You’ve might have memories of marching marshmallows, many of which had unmemorable names. Much like Marsha or Matthew, Milo or Minnie, Michael or Maude. But many don’t recall a most magical mallow who started it all.

I think I will always have those dreams. The scent of kettle corn wafted through the tent while a kaleidoscope of colors lit the room aglow. People would cheer as I performed my trick and call for an encore before the curtain closed.

Let me tell you a tale, if you'll lend me your ear,

Of a lion with a heart of gold; yes, come gather here.

He was large, he was proud, with a glorious mane,

And a scowl so fearsome it could stop the rain.

Rumor has it that on the night of the Pink Moon, the veil between Spring and Summer grows thin, thus allowing magic to flow more freely into the world below.

In 1824, in Birmingham, England, a young shopkeeper by the name of John Cadbury began selling drinking chocolate alongside tea, coffee, and groceries to his community.

Once upon a time (but also not too long ago) there was a girl who lived in a town that moved a little too fast.

Everyone knows about Little Bunny Foo Foo hopping through the forest, bopping field mice on the head, and generally being a menace. But what most people don’t know is that Foo Foo has a cousin.

There once was a frog who lived in a pond filled with birds, fish, buzzing bugs, and of course, other frogs.

In the desert, there lived a cactus wren who had never known any home but the Sonoran sun.

Your steps feel heavier today, not from distance, but from neglect. You’ve been generous with your care lately, yet somehow forgotten to leave any behind for yourself.

There once was a gentle bear born in the spring New Jersey. He was big-pawed, soft-hearted, and always a little braver than he ever admitted.

Chocolate used to be too fragile for long journeys. With sunny days, warm hands, crowded pockets, it would simply melt away, disappearing long before it reached the person it was meant for.