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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
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Chapter Five: The Goblin Cousins
The goblin crew were often referred to affectionately as ‘cousins.’ Loud, messy, brilliant in their own wrong ways. Some with the sharpest funneling instincts this side of the mines, others who couldn’t tell a war plan from a biscuit recipe… Continue reading
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Chapter Four: Uncle Kinxy
Nobody really knows how Uncle Kinxy made his way to the clan. When he showed up at the edge of the holler with a busted cart filled with makeshift distillery equipment, a jug of shine strong enough to strip paint,… Continue reading
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Chapter 3: Pa
Pa didn’t say much if it wasn’t needed. He wasn’t one for rambling or fussing. But when he did speak, his words hit like a well-placed strike. Solid, brief, and impossible to ignore. In the holler, there were all types… Continue reading
Holler Goblins: Tales from the Holler 