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StoryA Head Full of Bells Angusfolklore03 years 3 weeks ago
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StoryKernow Song Angusfolklore23 years 6 months ago
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StoryDescent from Kings - The Royal Clans Angusfolklore13 years 6 months ago
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StoryVisiting the Old House at Twilight Angusfolklore63 years 10 months ago
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StoryThe Afterlife of Spiders Angusfolklore154 years 3 months ago

My stories

The Man Who Wore A Hundred Hats

None of them suited him, which was his aim, being a king contrarian, but he wore them in rotation just the same. The bowler hat, he found, was best...
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Cherry

The Burgh

Like some other Scottish places, this town abides, if not dilapidated, then resting like a lean to on its past. The sadness is in shadows that never...

Folklore

It was not witchcraft or the demon loaded night that kept the boy awake, in a good way. It was being afloat under the thought and sight of diamond...
Gold cherry

The Lengthening Light

This year does not seem to grow old so much as appear to know more about itself. The lengthening shadows of spectres cast in the winnowed rattle bone...
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Praying to St Lou Reed

Lou Reed snarls at the opening syllables of beseechment, the skinny boy's prayer. Nobody told the boy to beware this saint. 'You only came to me...

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