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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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(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
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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
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Chapter Seven: War in the Holler
War in the Holler The holler has always been a place of peace, until it isn’t. Sure, it’s calm enough if you don’t mind the odd hog gone missing, a moon-pie heist, or Cousin Mo swapping your porch rocker for… Continue reading
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Chapter Six: Watcher of the Woodshed: The Legend of Bacon
There ain’t a soul in the holler who remembers exactly where Bacon came from. Not in a way that makes sense, anyway. Ma claims she found him rootin’ behind the woodshed one autumn morning, half-starved and shaped like a question… Continue reading
Holler Goblins: Tales from the Holler 