Tucked deep in the Appalachian hills, where fog keeps secrets and trees whisper old tales, lies a holler buzzing with magic, mischief, and battle cries. This journal opens a window into that world, born from a real Clash of Clans crew (holler goblins), now a full-blown saga of goblin kin, cryptid cousins, and holler born chaos. Ma keeps the rhythm, Pa’s got the strategy, and Uncle Kinxy’s jug never runs dry. The rest of us? We’re fightin’, buildin’, and tellin’ tales. Come find us!

Holler Goblins: Tales From the Holler

Latest Chapters

  • Chapter Seventeen: Misunderstanding in the Holler

    It started when Scoob left. It wasn’t his departure itself that shook the holler, folks came and went all the time, but the way he left, silent and mid-war, when they were down by one star. No warning. No word.… Continue reading

  • Chapter Sixteen: The Feather and the Road

    When Pa left the holler for a few days on business, he left Uncle Kinxy in charge of war. And for a while, it worked. Uncle Kinxy’s style was pure fire: rush in fast, hit hard, overwhelm with shock and… Continue reading

  • Chapter Fifteen: The Breaking Point

    The firepit had barely cooled from the last night’s laughter when the third war came rolling in. Ma hesitated before signing up. She really did. Things had gotten loud. Messy. Disconnected. The last war left her twisted up. Sure, she’d… Continue reading

  • Chapter Fourteen: Revelry Before Ruin

    Revelry Before Ruin Every drink raised to the flames that night was a toast to a storm none of ‘em saw comin’. That night, the fire didn’t just crackle. It roared. The stumps were all claimed early. Someone had hauled… Continue reading

  • Chapter Thirteen: Raiders From The Ridge

    The day Pa stepped away, the holler shifted. He didn’t make a fuss about it. Just called Ma and Uncle Kinxy aside, voice low and steady. “Gotta handle some business outside the ridge for a spell. I’ll be checkin’ in,… Continue reading

  • Chapter Twelve: Red Eyes in the Corn

    The moon was sittin’ too low, hangin’ off the sky like it’d been strung up on a frayin’ thread. The air in the holler didn’t move. Not a cricket, not a breeze. Even the usual hush of the woods felt… Continue reading

  • Chapter Eleven: Didn’t Even Hurt

    Fireside Chat (Scrawled on a scorched scroll tucked behind the jug shelf) The fire was low and poppin’, soft light flickerin’ against the stone ring out by the edge of the clearing. Crickets were singin’ their lonesome tune, and the… Continue reading

  • Chapter Ten:  The Great Eavesdroppin’ Incident

    (Holler Lore smudged between spilled potion ink and a hog hoofprint) It all started behind the smokehouse. Not in it. No goblin with a lick of sense trespassed on Ma’s salting and brewing domain, but behind it, in the narrow… Continue reading

  • (Mini Chapter) Nine: Pa Handles It

    Holler Chronicles: He’d already had his grace. First war in the holler, the new goblin, Joseph, snatched a target that wasn’t his.  Stole it right out from under one of the others. And this was Territory Wars, one of the… Continue reading

  • Chapter Eight: Whispers by the Fire

    (A fireside retelling by the goblin cousins) The fire popped and cracked, sending sparks up into the mist thick holler sky. The goblin cousins sat in a loose circle, backs against log stumps, legs stretched out, a few of them… Continue reading