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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

My stories

Four Legged Mary

Four legged Mary was kidnapped by fairies, they taught her to dance, but didn’t enhance her, no way. Hairy old Mary was not so much scary as wary and...
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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...
Gold cherry
Poem of the week

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...

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