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20 Years Ago… This Didn’t Exist
Twenty years ago, this site didn’t have a name that meant anything.
It didn’t have stories.
It didn’t have characters.
It definitely didn’t have a universe.
What it had… was a hotel night manager trying to stay sane.
Back then, I wrote a short post trying to explain what this whole thing was supposed to be.
Looking back, it was rough. A little awkward. Definitely not polished.
But it was honest.
And more importantly… it was the spark.
Where It Started
(Remastered from the original post — cleaned up, but still the same idea)
Welcome to the Honk’n’Holl’r (Circa… a Long Time Ago)
Let’s start with a bit of context—because without it, this place might not make a whole lot of sense.
At the time of writing this, I was working as a night manager in a reasonably large hotel. Over the years, I’ve seen just about everything: the funny, the strange, the mildly irritating, and the “you couldn’t make this up if you tried.”
Some of it came from guests.
Some of it came from staff.
And some of it came from that strange little space where both worlds collide at 2 a.m.
To cope—and to entertain ourselves—a fellow manager and I came up with a game.
We started renaming everyone.
Not out of malice, but out of survival.
Staff, departments, regular guests… all given nicknames pulled from familiar places. A waitress became “Dianne” (yes, that Dianne from Cheers). A couple of regulars turned into “Cliff” and “Norm.” It gave us a way to talk freely without triggering the classic “my ears are burning” effect.
And when someone overheard us?
They’d say something like:
“I don’t remember that episode…”
To which we’d reply:
“Oh, it’s the one where Woody’s dad comes to take him home. You remember.”
Works like a charm.
Sometimes they’d even play along.
What started as a quiet inside joke grew into something bigger. Emails were sent. Stories were shared. Entire “episodes” were passed around on the network—right under everyone’s noses—while the real-life inspirations remained blissfully unaware.
And somewhere along the way… it grew into this.
A space to play.
A space to tell stories.
A space to vent, just a little.
Welcome to the Honk’n’Holl’r.
TTFN,
Frank
What Happened Next… Wasn’t Planned
That little game—renaming staff and guests so we could talk freely—
turned into stories.
Those stories turned into running bits.
Those bits turned into something I didn’t expect at all…
A world.
Not overnight. Not even intentionally.
It just kept growing, one post at a time.
And Somehow… We Ended Up Here
What started as a way to vent about hotel life turned into:
🚀 Inn Space: The Adventures of Dursten Sh’awtz
A full-blown sci-fi series set in a hotel that probably should not pass inspection in any galaxy.
Featuring:
- A night manager trying to hold things together
- A cast of characters that feel suspiciously familiar
- And one increasingly self-aware AI named CAGEE who… is absolutely filing reports about all of us...
🌌 Astral Rob – A Projected Love Story
A darker, more grounded story exploring astral projection, connection, and something far more dangerous lurking beneath it.
Less chaos.
More tension.
Same storyteller… different shadows.
Astral Rob didn't stop as blog episodes it became a book, for real.
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🦊 The Foxxfyrre Chronicles
The broader creative space where ideas, experiments, and storytelling collide.
Where writing, art, and “let’s see what happens if…” all live under one slightly chaotic roof.
I participate in a Flash Friday Fiction prompt on Tumblr. Every Friday an new prompt comes out and I go and start writing a 100 to 1000 word flash fiction story. But after a few stories written, I got the idea that the good of giving my alias - Foxxfyrre - an origin story.
Instead of writing a one off small story, now I merge those prompts into an episodic fantasy fiction story called The Foxxfyrre Chronicles.
Read along with the adventures of Foxxfyrre - an anthropomorphic mana infused fox, and Rennie - an Australian Wallaby who proudly states that he's half Italian on his mother's side.
Start here for Episode One: The Splintered Timber
Same Idea. Bigger Playground.
Here’s the strange part…
After 20 years, the core idea hasn’t changed.
It’s still:
- Observing the weird
- Finding the funny
- Telling the story behind it
The only difference?
Now the stories don’t always stay in one building…
or even one universe.
TTFN (Yeah… That Stayed Too)
I didn’t know what this blog would become when I wrote that first post.
Honestly, I wasn’t trying to build anything.
I was just… writing.
Turns out, that was enough to build something I never planned.
TTFN,
Frank aka Foxxfyrre
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