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StoryDo Shining Streams Dream of Radiant Ladies? Angusfolklore27 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Lore of Angus Bells Angusfolklore17 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Man With The White Sandshoes Angusfolklore37 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Second Move Angusfolklore27 years 4 months ago
StoryDreckly (Part Two) Angusfolklore37 years 4 months ago
StoryDreckly (Part One) Angusfolklore27 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Slippery World of Superstition Angusfolklore27 years 8 months ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Conclusion) Angusfolklore17 years 9 months ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Part 1) Angusfolklore47 years 9 months ago
StoryCaptain Kidd, Accidental Pirate? Dundonian? Angusfolklore57 years 10 months ago
StoryComfy Cosy Angusfolklore58 years 3 months ago
StoryUrien Angusfolklore08 years 3 months ago
StoryWitches of Brechin Angusfolklore18 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Forfar Witches Angusfolklore38 years 4 months ago
StoryHoodie Angusfolklore38 years 4 months ago
StoryFAQ Angusfolklore38 years 4 months ago
StoryBourtree and Broom Angusfolklore38 years 5 months ago
StoryThose Who Cut The Holly Tree Angusfolklore68 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Battle of Nechtansmere, 685 A.D. Angusfolklore48 years 5 months ago
CollectionPoems of the Dark Ages Angusfolklore08 years 5 months ago
StoryPhantom Drummer of the Ogilvys Angusfolklore18 years 5 months ago
StoryMelgund Castle Angusfolklore38 years 5 months ago
CollectionFolklore of Angus (or Forfarshire) in Scotland Angusfolklore08 years 5 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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