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StoryTravelling In Silence (Train Journey 2013) Angusfolklore11 year 10 months ago
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StoryEarl Beardie at Glamis (A Legend) Angusfolklore11 year 10 months ago
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StoryPoem for the Goalie Angusfolklore22 years 4 months ago
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StoryCoda for the Piper, 1746 Angusfolklore13 years 1 month ago

My stories

Tanked Up

I am not drunk, but do have a tank. (Okay, I lied, I'm drunk as well.) While the police look up the penal code which prohibit panzers in built up...
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Poem of the week

Ambre Solaire

Solitary bottle on the back shelf of the bathroom cabinet, sat there untouched for ten solid years. Bought by some wistful, wishing parent who...
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Walking The Plank

I don't need your cutlass to point the way to doom. I edge along the slim oak diving board without regret. No fear in me despite the queer jeers of...
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Wrong Town On A Sunday

They took a wrong turn and a half and ended up in the wrong town on a Sunday. German tourists who didn't know better, beguiled by a lying guide book...
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Pick of the Month

Killed By Cows

This is not the time to wonder, as they thunder towards you, whether they are cows or bulls. Just run. You have wandered into a zone that seemed...
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