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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Comfy Cosy | Angusfolklore | 5 | 9 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Urien | Angusfolklore | 0 | 9 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Witches of Brechin | Angusfolklore | 1 | 9 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The Forfar Witches | Angusfolklore | 3 | 9 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Hoodie | Angusfolklore | 3 | 9 years 4 months ago |
| Story | FAQ | Angusfolklore | 3 | 9 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Bourtree and Broom | Angusfolklore | 3 | 9 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Those Who Cut The Holly Tree | Angusfolklore | 6 | 9 years 5 months ago |
| Story | The Battle of Nechtansmere, 685 A.D. | Angusfolklore | 4 | 9 years 5 months ago |
| Collection | Poems of the Dark Ages | Angusfolklore | 0 | 9 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Phantom Drummer of the Ogilvys | Angusfolklore | 0 | 9 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Melgund Castle | Angusfolklore | 3 | 9 years 5 months ago |
| Collection | Folklore of Angus (or Forfarshire) in Scotland | Angusfolklore | 0 | 9 years 5 months ago |
My stories
On Oddicombe Beach
The furnicular glides you down into the blue busom of the sea, delivers you almost into the changed lap of the now green waiting wave. A quiet...
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Bonnie Prince Charlie in London, 1750
Years after Culloden, in the despondent London fog, the fat, failed, drunken Stuart indulged his ancestral homeland with an unbidden visit. The Young...
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Kernow Song
This is the land of another language beneath its paper thin English skin. Green sward on the headland's heath, a statement thrust into the Celtic Sea...
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St Rumon's Space (Redruth)
It looks like a bombed out place, this quiet vacancy in an unfashionable town. To one side, over the walls, traffic drones, and on the other a...
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The Man Who Hated Wasting Paper
I would give him wings made from the crisp red gold of fallen leaves, fold the bark of silver birch into darts that would pierce his stingy heart. I...
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