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StoryTales of the Whales (Part One) Angusfolklore27 years 6 months ago
StoryDo Shining Streams Dream of Radiant Ladies? Angusfolklore27 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Lore of Angus Bells Angusfolklore17 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Man With The White Sandshoes Angusfolklore37 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Second Move Angusfolklore27 years 7 months ago
StoryDreckly (Part Two) Angusfolklore37 years 7 months ago
StoryDreckly (Part One) Angusfolklore27 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Slippery World of Superstition Angusfolklore27 years 11 months ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Conclusion) Angusfolklore18 years 1 week ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Part 1) Angusfolklore48 years 1 week ago
StoryCaptain Kidd, Accidental Pirate? Dundonian? Angusfolklore58 years 1 month ago
StoryComfy Cosy Angusfolklore58 years 6 months ago
StoryUrien Angusfolklore08 years 6 months ago
StoryWitches of Brechin Angusfolklore18 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Forfar Witches Angusfolklore38 years 7 months ago
StoryHoodie Angusfolklore38 years 7 months ago
StoryFAQ Angusfolklore38 years 7 months ago
StoryBourtree and Broom Angusfolklore38 years 7 months ago
StoryThose Who Cut The Holly Tree Angusfolklore68 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Battle of Nechtansmere, 685 A.D. Angusfolklore48 years 7 months ago
CollectionPoems of the Dark Ages Angusfolklore08 years 8 months ago
StoryPhantom Drummer of the Ogilvys Angusfolklore18 years 8 months ago
StoryMelgund Castle Angusfolklore38 years 8 months ago
CollectionFolklore of Angus (or Forfarshire) in Scotland Angusfolklore08 years 8 months ago

My stories

A Head Full of Bells

Being the tale of Prince Conall, cursed by St Colum Cille 'Conall, you are cursed,' the saint said to him. 'Prince of pride, you won't be king. A...
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Scottish Lang Syne Prayer

May the great Lord of mock chops watch over our last repast. Let the wipe clean plastic cloth be sinless over the formica tartan alter and be blessed...
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Poem of the week

Midwinter, Remember

Bent bracken diamonding the slant light, fern trampled into forest floor where nothing (seen) can surely roam. The whole woods undeservedly deserted...
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Bonnie Prince Charlie On The Moon

Thistles sprout in an airless place, claymores rattle clash without purpose and gaunt ghosts battle soundlessly over a place bleaker than a Scottish...
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Poem of the week

Knowing The Crows

This fondness for crows goes beyond knowing. While others prettify their minds at the songbird’s solo, I found you counting the croaks as if each...
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