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StoryDreckly (Part One) Angusfolklore28 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Slippery World of Superstition Angusfolklore18 years 10 months ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Conclusion) Angusfolklore19 years 3 days ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Part 1) Angusfolklore49 years 4 days ago
StoryCaptain Kidd, Accidental Pirate? Dundonian? Angusfolklore59 years 4 weeks ago
StoryComfy Cosy Angusfolklore59 years 6 months ago
StoryUrien Angusfolklore09 years 6 months ago
StoryWitches of Brechin Angusfolklore19 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Forfar Witches Angusfolklore39 years 7 months ago
StoryHoodie Angusfolklore39 years 7 months ago
StoryFAQ Angusfolklore39 years 7 months ago
StoryBourtree and Broom Angusfolklore39 years 7 months ago
StoryThose Who Cut The Holly Tree Angusfolklore69 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Battle of Nechtansmere, 685 A.D. Angusfolklore49 years 7 months ago
CollectionPoems of the Dark Ages Angusfolklore09 years 7 months ago
StoryPhantom Drummer of the Ogilvys Angusfolklore09 years 7 months ago
StoryMelgund Castle Angusfolklore39 years 7 months ago
CollectionFolklore of Angus (or Forfarshire) in Scotland Angusfolklore09 years 8 months ago

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General Tom Thumb Visits the Dundee Lunatic Asylum

Those with diminished senses look at the man with restricted height, standing there in full Highland garb. He did the latest skit from his sell out...

Bring A Brick To Work

Bring a brick to work today, bring a blueprint, bring a prayer. Bring some peas in – but never marrowfat, no fear. Bring a tunnel and a blimp; bring...
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Cherry

Star Gazey Pie

Perverse Cornish pie you'd swear they made up as a joke to scare incomers. But it's as true as I breathe, fish heads peeking perversely over the rim...
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Cherry

The Paper Trails (For JC)

I imagine you, still, somewhere, mind deep in newsprint. A whole day we sometimes sat, you and I, reading the latest from the dailies, swapping...
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The Furnace Room

In the furnace room of her heart, I expected the tintinabulation of chimes climbing to an airy tower. Instead there was a manic anvil hammered...

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