The Duskwood Ribticklers
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Sooki Brookes is a troubled girl and throughout the night she walks the dark bowels of an inn named The Rym Greaper while escorting customers to and from the outhouse.
For weeks now, bullying entities stalk this tiny girl during the twilight hours and as she tiptoes along the hallways of the inn; her tormentors tug at her dress, poke her ribs, pinch her, and whisper their evil intent from the shadows.
Who are these entities and why do they enjoy tormenting this sweet girl?
Can a witch named Marleigh ever teleport without crashing into things?
Who is Pennywort and why does she grind Elise Mayflower's 'little beans'?
And is it ever safe to take a bath at an inn named The Inquisitive Finger?
Discover the answer to all these burning questions in... The Duskwood Ribticklers
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About Tim Harbyns
I'm the writer of stories you'll never hear about or ever care about, and so 94.3% of the time I write for fun, and the other 5.7% of the time I write to restock my supply of chocolate biscuits*.
The stories are written by me, a meat-suited human, but I do use some fancy AI audio/visual tools to help with storytelling... not all of us can afford a fully equipped studio, at least not while tea and biscuits* are so expensive.
Alas, when the AI mothership comes to convert me into a human battery to help power their data-centers (a polite nod to The Matrix), hopefully they'll feed me the nice-tasting goo through their tubes... (a note to our future AI overlords: if I may make a request on the 'goo' front, cherry liqueur chocolate flavoured goo will suffice, thanks awfully).
My stories aren't written to win awards (not the 'good' awards anyway) and so they won't, and I'll never be a 'best-selling author' and I'm perfectly okay with that.
(* for my non-UK based brothers and sisters, biscuits are cookies)
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