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StoryTom Tit and Tiller Meg Angusfolklore55 years 4 months ago
StoryIntentionally Blank Angusfolklore25 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Honour Guard Angusfolklore25 years 4 months ago
StoryOn Having Been Found Angusfolklore05 years 5 months ago
StorySecond Favourite Place Angusfolklore05 years 5 months ago
StorySuddenly I Am Santa (A Seasonal Transmogrification Nightmare) Angusfolklore05 years 5 months ago
StoryRemains of a Dog Have Been Found Angusfolklore35 years 5 months ago
Story4 X 4 (Conclusion) Angusfolklore05 years 5 months ago
Story4 X 4 (Part One) Angusfolklore05 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Plettie (Part Two) Angusfolklore35 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Plettie (Part One) Angusfolklore15 years 5 months ago
StoryGranny Ower The Green (Part Four) Angusfolklore15 years 5 months ago
StoryGranny Ower The Green (Part Three) Angusfolklore25 years 5 months ago
StoryGranny Ower The Green (Part One) Angusfolklore25 years 5 months ago
StoryGranny Ower The Green (Part Two) Angusfolklore15 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Roadside Floral Memorial Committee (Part Two) Angusfolklore05 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Roadside Floral Memorial Committee (PART ONE) Angusfolklore05 years 5 months ago
StoryWhen The Mad Moon Woke Angusfolklore25 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Once and Future God Angusfolklore35 years 5 months ago
StoryTwo Wee Men Angusfolklore35 years 5 months ago
StoryDreel Angusfolklore45 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Square Woodie Angusfolklore35 years 5 months ago
StoryWalking Backward Out of the Sea Angusfolklore05 years 6 months ago
StoryDreaming of the Particular Dead Angusfolklore75 years 6 months ago
StoryJoe Goes (A Scottish Scat Reminiscence) Angusfolklore05 years 6 months ago

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Barley Ghosts

Something stalks where no man ever whispered, twisted the stem after harvest here, where land has always been arable. Reaping, ploughing, sewing...
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Primary Children at the Heritage Centre

Their footsteps recede and Queen Elizabeth the first relaxes again in her fussy portrait ruffs. Miners in sepia prints blown up to twenty feet on the...
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The Day Before the Internet

On the day before the internet the vast stone cogs that drove the analogue world groaned with foreboding. Birds flew backwards in the end of days sky...

A Head Full of Bells

Being the tale of Prince Conall, cursed by St Colum Cille 'Conall, you are cursed,' the saint said to him. 'Prince of pride, you won't be king. A...

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