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StoryTales of the Whales (Part One) Angusfolklore27 years 5 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 6 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 10 months ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Conclusion) Angusfolklore17 years 12 months ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Part 1) Angusfolklore48 years 11 hours ago
StoryCaptain Kidd, Accidental Pirate? Dundonian? Angusfolklore58 years 3 weeks ago
StoryComfy Cosy Angusfolklore58 years 6 months ago
StoryUrien Angusfolklore08 years 6 months ago
StoryWitches of Brechin Angusfolklore18 years 6 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 7 months ago
StoryThe Battle of Nechtansmere, 685 A.D. Angusfolklore48 years 7 months ago
CollectionPoems of the Dark Ages Angusfolklore08 years 7 months ago
StoryPhantom Drummer of the Ogilvys Angusfolklore18 years 7 months ago
StoryMelgund Castle Angusfolklore38 years 7 months ago
CollectionFolklore of Angus (or Forfarshire) in Scotland Angusfolklore08 years 8 months ago

My stories

The Old Way

It is not where I lead, it is where you follow, these paths seem to say. Not me talking, but the wind I bend in sympathy with, like that holly, like...
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The Crone

I heard the crone with the besom before dawn every morning, idly in action on the hill , sweeping without hope the red gold copper tide of autumn...
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The Coracle Oracle

Uncalled for, after he’d gone, his boat made its rudderless journey home. Just big enough for him alone, a bobbing empty shell from which the kernel...
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Cherry

Windsock at the Cheese Factory

There is a windsock at the cheese factory to warn when the cheddar cheese breeze is blowing far too hard, to mark our cards about low-flying...
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A Ghost Is Born

I am a gasp of wind which wants to beg admittance, having no ambition but to be inside, where she waits, her who can see what is not there and stares...
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