Quinkins – A Reposting for Goblin Week
The wind cut through the long grass, stirring the wilderness, providing a moment of gentle relief from the midday sun. A mob of wallabies lounged beneath the blue-grey gum trees, and Ballanan crept...
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Copyright Terry Whidborne “Ya dip ya schnozz inna bottle and breathe in deep… gets ya spaced, wiv…wots it called…’allucinations.”Filed under: fiction Tagged: creative writing, fantasy, flash fiction,...
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Terry Whidborne, for Goblin Week The shaman’s eyes hazed between focused and unfocused, as the shadows thickened around her, swirling like a cloak over her thin shoulders. Pathetic, really. She...
View ArticleStage Presence
by Mastering Jack He had stage presence – I’ll give him that. Swash-buckling, swaggering, buccaneering – people could believe that of a goblin. What they couldn’t stand was the gossip rags, printing...
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Garden Goblins, by Albino Goth “What you’ve got to do, for your average garden goblin, is to put out a saucer full of beer each night. Then, after a week, you put some pure soap-flakes in with the...
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Behold the Mole-Rider – bearded artist The stink of the beast filled the chamber, musk and shit and old mud. The pink, groping fingers of its snout twisted and wiggled, serpentine and seemingly...
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Terry Whidborne, Goblin Week (Thursday) The long grass bent and flowed, a green river through the meadow, a fingertip of wind pushing down the first spring flowers. A cat chased butterflies, pushed...
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