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StoryDo Shining Streams Dream of Radiant Ladies? Angusfolklore27 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Lore of Angus Bells Angusfolklore17 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Man With The White Sandshoes Angusfolklore37 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Second Move Angusfolklore27 years 1 month ago
StoryDreckly (Part Two) Angusfolklore37 years 1 month ago
StoryDreckly (Part One) Angusfolklore27 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Slippery World of Superstition Angusfolklore27 years 5 months ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Conclusion) Angusfolklore17 years 6 months ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Part 1) Angusfolklore47 years 6 months ago
StoryCaptain Kidd, Accidental Pirate? Dundonian? Angusfolklore57 years 7 months ago
StoryComfy Cosy Angusfolklore58 years 2 weeks ago
StoryUrien Angusfolklore08 years 2 weeks ago
StoryWitches of Brechin Angusfolklore18 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Forfar Witches Angusfolklore38 years 1 month ago
StoryHoodie Angusfolklore38 years 1 month ago
StoryFAQ Angusfolklore38 years 1 month ago
StoryBourtree and Broom Angusfolklore38 years 1 month ago
StoryThose Who Cut The Holly Tree Angusfolklore68 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Battle of Nechtansmere, 685 A.D. Angusfolklore48 years 2 months ago
CollectionPoems of the Dark Ages Angusfolklore08 years 2 months ago
StoryPhantom Drummer of the Ogilvys Angusfolklore18 years 2 months ago
StoryMelgund Castle Angusfolklore38 years 2 months ago
CollectionFolklore of Angus (or Forfarshire) in Scotland Angusfolklore08 years 2 months ago

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Cornish Ghetto Wedding

In the meadow (which is a ghetto), the well-heeled and so-so dressed make do with luxury. Basilisk businessmen become mellow-eyed, and the wives,...
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Autumn Things

Autumn things are not at the beginning, but the winding stream that leads to an end, the clogged up water course filled with the gold of leaves and...
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Raptor

I have the talent to undo you. Should I rest upon your servant wrist, you could not resist my power there, unable to undo or endure the barbed wire...
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Old Owl

Old owl am I, sat in the steeple, roosted in the belfry, oblivious to the bells that pull and hope to rouse me from decades of deafness. I leave the...

His Twilight

He used to sit and rail at the evening sun when it would beam between the buildings brilliantly after a day of flood. He would curse the disgraceful...

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