There was a land many minutes ago, perhaps even a month, where there lived a flock of Goblins. With small, stunted frames and a leathery skin, they served little purpose other than to feast on the land's plant-life and sleep in it's caves. For a time it was good, as the Goblin's feasting kept the land's ecosystem running smoothly and prevented the most dangerous plants population from growing too great. The Goblins were immune to all poisons and tricks that the local plants contained, and so were not picky about which they would eat for any reason other than taste and filling properties. The Goblins had always lived in the caves, ever since they could remember, however their memories were appalling and so it could just as easily have been a recent living choice. And so they ate, and they slept, for what seemed like ages.

It's a little known fact that I stayed in the land of Goblin for a short while during my journeys. In fact, some would have you believe that I am indeed still there now. I will say this early on, but my time in the land of these Goblins was in no way a positive experience, as they are tricky and deceitful folk, that care only for the desires of themselves (and the eating of plants). Now on my arrival I was unaware that this land had any inhabitants at all, and I decided that staying in the caves littered around the area would be my best bet for a nap. With me at this time in the journey I had no companion, CatMan had been sent off on some kind of business trip to Spain and I hadn't the heart to take anyone if CatMan wasn't coming. All I had in my possession was a pack of generic survival supplies, and a small flower, which I had been given previously (see CatMan Chronicles - 637). Said flower was tucked carefully behind my ear, so as not to loose it but still have it present at all times. I found a comfortable looking cave and laid down to rest.

When I woke, I was being clambered over and picked at by these Goblin creatures. I called out in alarm and jumped to my feet, kicking and flailing my arms to get them away. They quickly scurried off out of the cave and away into the undergrowth outside. The weather had changed to a pouring rain, and I could see that dawn was just breaking. I took a small stove from my backpack and began to cook my breakfast. As I sat watching the pink water boil, I absent-mindedly fumbled with my hair and hummed a tune to myself. It was only then that I realised, the flower was no longer tucked behind my ear! I scrambled around on the floor of the cave, but it was no use. It was clear that those dastardly Goblins had made off with it! I scowled and hit the ground, but I knew it was not helping. I calmed myself down, and began to think. As far as I could guess, the Goblins would sleep in these caves also, hence they had found me here. So I would just have to trek along, checking any caves I came across. I sighed, it was going to be a long day.

The Goblins, by now, had returned to their cave village and were celebrating their find. The Goblin elders examined the flower, and confirmed with a nod that it had indeed come from another land. This kind of flower had never been seen by Goblin before.
(If you haven't read the description of the flower from the other story, it's basically a vibrant purple and yellow item, with thick and heavy, diamond shaped petals. It's a self-concious being and never forgets anything it has seen.)
The entire village was very excited. They placed the flower atop of Match-Stick Hill, where all the Goblins could see it. There was some dispute as to who owned it, but the chief dictated that whoever was the first Goblin to lay hands on it, must come and explain to him how and where it was obtained. Nervously the Goblin obliged, and drew a complicated diagram of the events in a sand pit for the chief to examine. The chief was saddened by the news that a giant outsider had come to their land, but he praised the Goblins for robbing it. That night the flower remained on Match-Stick Hill and the Goblins had a great celebration.

Now in this land, the weather was reliable and honest. It would rain once at the first light of day, and once it was done, the sun would shine for the remainder. This suited the Goblins fine, and they had no worries. However, that morning, as the Goblins began to wake up, they realised that it had not rained! At first they were calm, and simply thought that if they waited, it would rain. By the evening, they were beginning to become concerned. A group of the older Goblins gathered to discuss the events, on top of Orange Hill. This was a pointless exercise, because none of the Goblins had ever been able to speak. And so the elders sat atop Orange Hill and watched a campfire burn. All of the other Goblins were hiding in the caves, waiting in hope for the next morning.

All of this time, I had been walking, searching for the Goblin's camp. They had left a trail which I had followed, but after a few miles I lost it and became confused of my location. Basically, I had no idea where I was, or when and if the Goblins would come back for the rest of my food and supplies. I was feeling down, and began to wonder why I'd even bothered to visit this land. I found a small cave and crawled in to sleep.

Back at the Goblin camp, it was morning again. Still, there was no rain, and they were becoming very worried. In the searing heat of the day, many of the plants they depended on were drying up and becoming unappetising. Their eyes had begun to gaze upon my flower, perched on Match-Stick Hill. The chief had forbidden anyone from eating it, but that meant little to Goblins. It would not be long before their filthy claws and iron teeth were tearing my flower asunder.

The next day, again there was still no rain, but the Goblins were all outraged by something else. One of the beautiful petals from my flower had gone, leaving only twelve more. Now to Goblins it was obvious that somebody had simply eaten it. This would be fine, if every single other Goblin wasn't jealous and didn't want to eat a petal too. But they did. And so the Goblins fell upon the flower, gnashing their teeth at thin air and slashing each others backs while the few that were at the front gobbled down the petals. The chief sighed a knowing and remorseful sigh, and went to Orange Hill to alert the elders of what had happened, who were still sat in thought.

As the chief set off for Orange Hill, I was just arriving at the outskirts of the village. I stared in amazement at the network of caves and hills that these Goblins had created.

The chief was stood amongst the elders on Orange Hill, desperately trying to get their attention, but they seemed to be lost in some form of trance. The chief was about to turn away, but at that moment the elders all looked to the sky, and pointed upwards. With a series of great booms, the air filled with clouds and lightening.

I gazed at the sky, wondering what had brought on this sudden rain. By this point I had reached near the centre of the village, and had worked out the general layout. I had not yet encountered any Goblins though, and this puzzled me.

The chief looked from elder to elder, trying to find some kind of explanation, but they were still pointing upwards. He looked back up, just in time to see a gigantic lightening bolt descending towards Orange Hill where they stood. He leaped down the far side of the hill, rolling and tumbling to the bottom as with a mighty crash, the elders atop were burned to a crisp by lightening.

I jumped in surprise as the lightening hit the top of the hill which I'd been watching seconds earlier. There had been some kind of figures atop it and so I had thought maybe my flower was there. As I reached the centre of the village, I came across the only Goblins I had so far encountered there. In a great mound they were piled, dead. Scattered around the bottom and all the way up the sides of Match-Stick Hill. I walked over to inspect more closely, finding it to be a scene of gore and clearly some sort of strange self-destruction on their part. At the very top of the hill, I saw my flower! With a sinking feeling, I noticed it had only one petal left. Even that was tattered and bruised. I sighed, and began to slowly make my way to the top of the hill.

The chief stood at the top of the hill, watching me climb. As I reached the top, and looked him in the eyes, he laughed dryly. He stretched out a slimy arm and tore the last petal from the flower. Before I could do anything, he had shovelled it into his maw and munched it down.

As I stood, shocked, I wondered what on Earth the meaning of this adventure could be. What was I supposed to have learned? Where did I go from here? But then I realised what it all had meant;
Little Goblins that steal and eat my flowers, will get shot with lightening by God. Or just slash each other up.

The chief was still grinning, so I picked him up, squished him in my hand, and tucked him behind my ear.

setto stories are the only stories wroth reading. with a real good lesson, we punish ourselves (right???). CC-638, omfg, u have some imagination by all those stroies. post some more would ya?. and hows it goin with the run in with the law, havent talked for a while, laters

Yo d00d.

Yar lotta stories but a great number of them are real short, and there are a lot of gaps at the moment but the numbers are like a timeline kind of. There's gaps where there's stuff that needs to have a story but doesn't yet :P

And the law, hmm debatable how that's going. I mean technically it's all done with, except I missed a couple of appointments with the probation people and have to go back to court in October and still haven't paid the fine :P But I mean I can't pay the fine I got no money lawl.

Having a break for a week though at my grandma's house far away from where I live.

ossim for that break from all the shit happenin for u eh. is it a really heavy fine?

It's only just over a grand, but to someone like me that literally has no money that's a heck of a lot.