Holler Goblins: Tales from the Holler

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  • Chapter Twenty One: Planting The Nest

    It didn’t start as a plan. It started with a knock on Ma’s root cellar door and a wide-eyed baby goblin clutching a rusty dagger and a half-eaten biscuit. Then another. And another. Folks from every ridge and holler had… Continue reading

  • Chapter Twenty: The Dexters

    (Where good manners wear thin, and Ma don’t miss a thing) They rolled into the holler at dusk, Dexter, Dexter II, and a quieter, leaner shadow the cousins dubbed Dexter III. Said they were wanderers, helpers, here to lend a… Continue reading

  • Chapter Nineteen: The Unlit Lantern

    The stars were cold above the holler that night. The kind of cold that settled in the bones, not just the skin. Inside the war barn, the last firewood crackled low, casting long shadows over half-scrawled attack plans and empty… Continue reading

  • Chapter Eighteen: Red Devil Reckoning

    The Red Devil Reckoning No one knew exactly when the spell took root, only that the air had shifted. It started with a bold invite in Pa’s personal holler mailbox. Mid war, no less. The Red Devils, top of the… 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 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