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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 2 weeks 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 8 months ago
StoryThe Battle of Nechtansmere, 685 A.D. Angusfolklore48 years 8 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

His Twilight

He used to sit and rail at the evening sun when it would beam between the buildings brilliantly after a day of flood. He would curse the disgraceful...

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...
Cherry

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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