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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
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Chapter 2: Ma of the Holler
They called her Ma, and it wasn’t just a title; it was a role, a rhythm, and a weight she carried every day in the holler. Ma Goblin was mostly gentle, but not soft. Her wooden spoon tapped out warnings… Continue reading
Holler Goblins: Tales from the Holler 