MOSTON WILKS
AUTHOR
Stinking sewers, A WICKED HEADMASTER and A BOTANICAL ARTEFACT!
Sometimes the biggest treasure is making it out
in one piece!
Wilbur Glump and the Oozing Bloom
Wilbur Glump and his best friend, Barney Sludge have just found the pit of their worst nightmares.
One wrong step lands them in a dark hole deep beneath the village of Bogswollop, where they meet Mort Chumslug— a long-lost adventurer with a wooden leg, a ping pong eyeball, and some nasty habits. Mort spins a tale of a hidden treasure that could change their lives forever.
There’s just one TINY problem: escaping the pit means venturing into the sewers, and those tunnels aren’t just home to yesterday’s lunch. A stinking, fizzing menace has been brewing down there for half a century, and it’s not about to roll out the welcome mat.
Can Wilbur and Barney dodge disaster and outwit sewer beasts in a race against Bogswollop’s finest — all in search of a strange, pulsing relic whispered about in legends … a thing known only as the Oozing Bloom?
Or will their big adventure go straight down the drain?
Available worldwide
on Kindle!
Arriving in print January 2026!
THE ADVENTURE CONTINUES IN 2026
The hunt for Mortimer Chumslug’s treasure has begun!​
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Armed with Mort's map, steam-driven bicycles, and Wilbur's newfound superpower, Wilbur, Barney and Lexi set out to find Mort's treasure.​​​​
Launching
late 2026!
Who's who in Bogswollop
Wilbur Glump and Barney Sludge
Our heroes! Crafters Row Orphans and best friends.
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Honestly, I couldn’t even remember how old we were when we first met. It felt like we’d just always been there, growing up side by side. We were like two puzzle pieces that didn’t really fit, but somehow made the picture work. Barney was adventurous, totally carefree, and the alpha kid in our friendship. Me? I was the opposite—I was a follower; level-headed, careful, cautious to a fault, and always worrying about everything. We balanced each other out, like yin and yang. What I couldn’t be, Barney was, and what he couldn’t be, I was. Together, we made perfect chaos. ~ Wilbur Glump
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Matron Croopus
Matron of Crafters Row Establishment for Wayward Foundlings
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The matron was what you might call “wild-eyed.” Her nose was the most crooked thing you’d ever see, slapped right in the middle of her big round face, and to make it even worse, she had a hairy mole next to her eye that always stole my focus whenever she stared someone down. ~ Wilbur Glump
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Mister Himpgrot
Headmaster of Bogswollop School
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The scariest person in Bogswollop was an understatement. There was something odd and creepy about Himpgrot. Not so much his weeping blood-shot eye, or the fact that his hair had long since retreated to the sides of his head, or his crooked gait that sent shivers down my spine, but his unstable and menacing disposition. Something wasn’t right about old Himpgrot ...
The man was a hobbling nightmare. ~ Wilbur Glump
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Bogswollop's bullies
Sniffy McGroad, Ripley Buttwort and Hairy Gorvin Jnr
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I spun around — and there he was. Sniffy McGroad, flanked by his usual pair of thugs: Ripley Buttwort and Hairy Gorvin. The trio stood far too close for comfort, like they were posing for a “Wanted” poster ...
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Together, they weren’t just trouble. They were capital-T Trouble — the kind that makes your stomach drop and your shoes want to run off without you.
~ Wilbur Glump
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Cranley Bunk
Bogswollop Attorney-at-law
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A powerful, well-respected man—one of the most influential figures in the village.
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Marl 'Old' McGroad
Businessman - Owner of Bogswollop's Frickle Fizz Factory
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Bogswollop's most powerful person, well-respected, influential, and filthy rich — he's also Sniffy McGroad's father.
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Lexi Sniggler
The toughest, meanest kid in Bogswollop
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Lexi was the kind of person who could turn sunshine into a thunderstorm just by walking into the room. Even Sniffy and his gang kept their distance from her—and that’s saying something. It wasn’t because she was Himpgrot’s favourite (which she absolutely was), but because Lexi had a talent for shredding egos. Her acid-tongued insults could reduce even the toughest grown man to a blubbering mess faster than you could say “canteen lunch.” ~ Wilbur Glump
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MOSTON WILKS
Moston Wilks is an Australian author with a lifelong fascination for forgotten places, peculiar objects, and the quiet spaces where strange things might still exist. He grew up in an overgrown hilly suburb, thick with brambles and vines, where secret tunnels, tree-house passwords, and go-cart tracks were as common as scraped knees — and the boundary between the real and the imagined was never quite clear.
Moston lives with his wife and children in Brisbane, Australia — in a perfectly ordinary home where, according to rumour, odd maps, curious journals, and the occasional bubbling noise have been known to surface beneath the floorboards. Wilbur Glump and the Oozing Bloom is his first published venture into the world of Bogswollop — and probably not the last.
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