Gorblyn Wetherhook lived alone in a crooked tower, where spoons whispered secrets at midnight. One night, the silver spoon hissed, “The moon hides gold beneath the orchard.” With wide eyes and a rusted shovel, Gorblyn dug under the gnarled trees until he struck a glowing box. Inside: not gold, but a map drawn in candle soot, leading to more whispers. From that night on, Gorblyn never slept. He followed each spoon's murmur, deeper into riddles and shadows, until he vanished entirely—leaving behind only a humming teaspoon and stories no one dared repeat aloud.
By Charlie Jackson
28th July 2025