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StorySuddenly I Am Santa (A Seasonal Transmogrification Nightmare) Angusfolklore06 years 5 months ago
StoryRemains of a Dog Have Been Found Angusfolklore36 years 5 months ago
Story4 X 4 (Conclusion) Angusfolklore06 years 5 months ago
Story4 X 4 (Part One) Angusfolklore06 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Plettie (Part Two) Angusfolklore36 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Plettie (Part One) Angusfolklore16 years 5 months ago
StoryGranny Ower The Green (Part Four) Angusfolklore16 years 5 months ago
StoryGranny Ower The Green (Part Three) Angusfolklore26 years 5 months ago
StoryGranny Ower The Green (Part One) Angusfolklore26 years 5 months ago
StoryGranny Ower The Green (Part Two) Angusfolklore16 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Roadside Floral Memorial Committee (Part Two) Angusfolklore06 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Roadside Floral Memorial Committee (PART ONE) Angusfolklore06 years 5 months ago
StoryWhen The Mad Moon Woke Angusfolklore26 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Once and Future God Angusfolklore36 years 5 months ago
StoryTwo Wee Men Angusfolklore36 years 6 months ago
StoryDreel Angusfolklore46 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Square Woodie Angusfolklore36 years 6 months ago
StoryWalking Backward Out of the Sea Angusfolklore06 years 6 months ago
StoryDreaming of the Particular Dead Angusfolklore76 years 6 months ago
StoryJoe Goes (A Scottish Scat Reminiscence) Angusfolklore06 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Last Day I Loved You Angusfolklore26 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Birth of Blodeuwedd Angusfolklore26 years 7 months ago
StoryMoving Angusfolklore46 years 8 months ago
StoryWar Footing Angusfolklore06 years 8 months ago
StoryKeith Moon Angusfolklore06 years 8 months ago

My stories

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The Heritage Man

The volunteer stands in the grassy courtyard of the ruined castle, a heritage knight armed already at 9:15 with enough leaflets to vanquish the...
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Poem of the week

Holy Cows

Holy cows chew the cud and patiently wait in fields until we pass and praise them for being there. I puzzle over the uncontrolable urge to say 'cows...
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Doves

The listless birds seem to have escaped from the razzamataz clutches of a hapless stage magician. Now they perch on the railing, slightly stunned,...
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For The Birds

Word has come upon wings for all comers to the garden, the lady has left such pretty stuff for the making of their nests. Her tresses left by wayside...
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Thinking Bad of Angels

Off duty, their pristine wings are casually hung on the backs of a canteen door, leather jackets slung instead over snow white shoulders. Naughty...
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