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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 Angusfolklore26 years 11 months ago
StoryDreckly (Part Two) Angusfolklore36 years 11 months ago
StoryDreckly (Part One) Angusfolklore26 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Slippery World of Superstition Angusfolklore27 years 3 months ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Conclusion) Angusfolklore17 years 4 months ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Part 1) Angusfolklore47 years 4 months ago
StoryCaptain Kidd, Accidental Pirate? Dundonian? Angusfolklore57 years 5 months ago
StoryComfy Cosy Angusfolklore57 years 10 months ago
StoryUrien Angusfolklore07 years 10 months ago
StoryWitches of Brechin Angusfolklore17 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Forfar Witches Angusfolklore37 years 11 months ago
StoryHoodie Angusfolklore37 years 11 months ago
StoryFAQ Angusfolklore37 years 11 months ago
StoryBourtree and Broom Angusfolklore37 years 12 months ago
StoryThose Who Cut The Holly Tree Angusfolklore68 years 2 days ago
StoryThe Battle of Nechtansmere, 685 A.D. Angusfolklore48 years 4 days ago
CollectionPoems of the Dark Ages Angusfolklore08 years 6 days ago
StoryPhantom Drummer of the Ogilvys Angusfolklore18 years 1 week ago
StoryMelgund Castle Angusfolklore38 years 1 week ago
CollectionFolklore of Angus (or Forfarshire) in Scotland Angusfolklore08 years 2 weeks ago

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Coda for the Piper, 1746

They hung him at York in November, seven months after Culloden, Jamie who had cheered his regiment out of Angus with his pipes. No muffled coronach...
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Monster Mine

Monster am I, worse than any who are red in tooth and claw. Unworried by bell, book or candle, I will not be banished, exorcised or worried into...
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The Gallos Statue, Tintagel

See through statue on the island's heart, seeing the Celtic Sea through the unrendered gaps in the chest, an unguessed at warrior, eight feet high in...
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The Coming of Industry to Cornwall

They were people, but not as you and I, in that nineteenth century haze who saw the native hills erupt around them, fields that had been pregnant an...
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Barley Ghosts

Something stalks where no man ever whispered, twisted the stem after harvest here, where land has always been arable. Reaping, ploughing, sewing...

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