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StoryThinking Bad of Angels Angusfolklore53 years 3 months ago
StoryOn The Coastal Path at Pedngwinian Angusfolklore03 years 3 months ago
StoryDwindlings in the Crysalis Angusfolklore03 years 3 months ago
StoryAt the Tate, St Ives Angusfolklore33 years 5 months ago
StoryLit Windows Angusfolklore23 years 6 months ago
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StoryCoda for the Piper, 1746 Angusfolklore13 years 6 months ago
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StoryThe Gallos Statue, Tintagel Angusfolklore03 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Coming of Industry to Cornwall Angusfolklore33 years 8 months ago
StoryPrimary Children at the Heritage Centre Angusfolklore33 years 8 months ago
StorySyd Abandoned - A Pink Floyd Tale Angusfolklore53 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Day Before the Internet Angusfolklore63 years 9 months ago
StoryA Head Full of Bells Angusfolklore03 years 10 months ago
StoryScottish Lang Syne Prayer Angusfolklore13 years 10 months ago
StoryMidwinter, Remember Angusfolklore123 years 10 months ago
StoryBonnie Prince Charlie On The Moon Angusfolklore03 years 11 months ago
StoryKnowing The Crows Angusfolklore113 years 11 months ago
StorySt Agnes Head, 10.7.22 Angusfolklore24 years 1 month ago
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StoryBonnie Prince Charlie in London, 1750 Angusfolklore14 years 3 months ago
StoryKernow Song Angusfolklore24 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Man Who Hated Wasting Paper Angusfolklore44 years 3 months ago
StoryThree Women at the Estuary Angusfolklore54 years 3 months ago

My stories

On The Killing of A Bird of Prey

A bad omen out of the blue sky. Its silent intent to kill sent it at a screaming angle across the dual carriageway to death itself, so intent on its...

Love Hugs of The Crocodile

I smile and smile and smile before I bite. Such is life. If I had broad arms they would wrap you around and never loosen. Listen. I have dinosaur old...
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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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Gold cherry
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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Cherry

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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