Ma Goblin
Tucked deep in the Appalachian hills, where fog keeps secrets and trees whisper old tales, lies a holler buzzing with magic, mischief, and battle cries. This journal opens a window into that world, born from a real Clash of Clans crew (holler goblins), now a full-blown saga of goblin kin, cryptid cousins, and holler born chaos. Ma keeps the rhythm, Pa’s got the strategy, and Uncle Kinxy’s jug never runs dry. The rest of us? We’re fightin’, buildin’, and tellin’ tales. Come find us!
“Family” in the holler doesn’t follow blood; it follows who shows up for war and hauls loot without crying.
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Chapter Thirty Three: Gold Rush Chaos in Holler Goblins
An event was announced in the holler. Gold Rush. Six tiers of rewards. Five days. Dump gold, unlock chests with coveted resources. Simple enough on parchment. In practice, a challenging feat. ...
Chapter Thirty Two: Ma Sick in Holler Goblins
The holler was buzzing with war prep for Territory Wars. Goblin cousins running drills, upgrading their bases, working on their defenses, and doing occasional attacks. The birds chirped, the hog...
Chapter Thirty One: Quiet Before the Fever (A Vignette) in Holler Goblins
The holler ran the way it always did. Hogs rooted through the yard. Chickens scratched in the dirt. Bacon snored under the porch rail with one eye cracked open in case trouble wandered by. Gobl...
Chapter Thirty: Showing Up in Holler Goblins
Territory Wars always changed the temperature of the Holler. Seven days.Seven horns.Seven chances to prove something. The war clock hung from the rafters of the barn, glowing red against the r...
Chapter Twenty Nine: Sister Witch Returns in Holler Goblins
Jules Arrives Mist still clung to the trees like a warning. The holler was quiet—too quiet, Pa thought. The kind of quiet that usually meant the universe was holding its breath before doing so...
Chapter Twenty Eight: Whispers Through the Fence in Holler Goblins
The holler was calm that evening, the kind of Appalachian stillness that wrapped itself around the trees and cabins like a worn quilt. A low fire crackled at the center of the gathering circle, ...
Chapter Twenty Seven: After Christmas War in Holler Goblins
The holler was still blanketed in snow when Ma tacked up the war scroll in the barn. Christmas was barely past, and though the decorations still shimmered with leftover cheer, the air had shifte...
Chapter Twenty Six: Not My Witch in Holler Goblins
The Other Witch Arrives The morning Jules came to the holler for the first time, the mist hadn’t even burned off the ridge yet. Ma stood near the mouth of the path, hands tucked into her apron,...
Chapter Twenty Five: Christmas in the Holler in Holler Goblins
It was Christmas Eve. The holler woke to even more snow. Thick white blankets had smothered the hills overnight, leaving the trees iced like sugared sweets and the war barn roof sagging under w...
Chapter Twenty Four: Magic in the Snowdrifts in Holler Goblins
The snow came down slow at first, just a dusting on the fields beyond the war barn. By midday, the holler was near-blanketed. Smoke curled from cabin chimneys, and the war scrolls hung limp on ...
Chapter Twenty Three: The 12 Days of Holler Warnings in Holler Goblins
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 in Holler Goblins
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 in Holler Goblins
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 in Holler Goblins
(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 in Holler Goblins
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 in Holler Goblins
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 in Holler Goblins
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 in Holler Goblins
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 in Holler Goblins
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 in Holler Goblins
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 in Holler Goblins
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 in Holler Goblins
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 in Holler Goblins
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 in Holler Goblins
(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 in Holler Goblins
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...
