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Chapter Twenty Three: The 12 Days of Holler Warnings
The whispers started small. A compliment here. A scroll tucked under a spell jar there. A casual “cutie” or “nice head scarf” thrown Ma’s way during war planning. Nothing big. Just enough to ...
Chapter Twenty Two: Nestling Field Trip
It had been a full moon cycle since the Goblin Nest was carved into the shaded glen behind the war barn, and in that time, something remarkable had taken root. The babies weren’t babies anymore...
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 fr...
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 wand...
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 hal...
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 De...
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. N...
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 ...
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. T...
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...
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 spe...
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 f...
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 w...
Chapter Ten: The Great Eavesdropping 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 doma...
(Mini Chapter) Nine: Pa Handles It
Holler Chronicles: He’d already had his grace. For his 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...
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, ...
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 po...
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...
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 ...
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 e...
Chapter Three: 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 ho...
Chapter Two: 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 ou...
Chapter 1: Ma and Pa Goblin didn’t set out to take in and lead a clan. It was just something that kinda fell into place on its own. They attempted to build something solid, and one by one, th...
A Note From Ma
A Note From Ma Somewhere deep in the folds of the Appalachian hills, where the fog clings like secrets and the trees remember things you’d swear no one told them, a little holler hums with m...
