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StoryThe Lore of Angus Bells Angusfolklore16 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Man With The White Sandshoes Angusfolklore36 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Second Move Angusfolklore27 years 1 week ago
StoryDreckly (Part Two) Angusfolklore37 years 1 week ago
StoryDreckly (Part One) Angusfolklore27 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Slippery World of Superstition Angusfolklore27 years 4 months ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Conclusion) Angusfolklore17 years 5 months ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Part 1) Angusfolklore47 years 5 months ago
StoryCaptain Kidd, Accidental Pirate? Dundonian? Angusfolklore57 years 6 months ago
StoryComfy Cosy Angusfolklore57 years 11 months ago
StoryUrien Angusfolklore07 years 11 months ago
StoryWitches of Brechin Angusfolklore18 years 3 days ago
StoryThe Forfar Witches Angusfolklore38 years 1 week ago
StoryHoodie Angusfolklore38 years 1 week ago
StoryFAQ Angusfolklore38 years 1 week ago
StoryBourtree and Broom Angusfolklore38 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThose Who Cut The Holly Tree Angusfolklore68 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Battle of Nechtansmere, 685 A.D. Angusfolklore48 years 3 weeks ago
CollectionPoems of the Dark Ages Angusfolklore08 years 4 weeks ago
StoryPhantom Drummer of the Ogilvys Angusfolklore18 years 1 month ago
StoryMelgund Castle Angusfolklore38 years 1 month ago
CollectionFolklore of Angus (or Forfarshire) in Scotland Angusfolklore08 years 1 month ago

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Ice On The Inside

This is no false memory or nostalgia for harder times. I remind you of white days, water in the veins of the town, crystallised. More than summer's...

Moonrouse

Toffee penny moon stuck in the low branches of the birch between sagging buildings here. Dog fox barks down the dark in its den under the arched elm...
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The Afterlife of Spiders

You shall wear eight wings in arachnid heaven and your web will be made from celestial harp strings attuned to the choir fantastic. Starlight shall...
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Moff

I am deviant flight in the night. I do not delight. I, the un-butterfly, invade and panic the moon in your eyes, shed corpse dust from wings that are...

The Goors o' Gowrie - Devil's Work or Ancient Tribal Meeting Place?

At Invergowrie, west of Dundee, there were two stones sitting in the shallows of Invergowrie Bay known as the Goors or Gows of Invergowrie. Some say...

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