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Pay attention if wandering around Richmond. You might see a woman, in her early thirties. She wears a raincoat no matter what the weather, and has a frizz of blonde hair as if it has been raised by static.
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November 7, 2025 at 7:36 PM
Pay attention if wandering around Richmond. You might see a woman, in her early thirties. She wears a raincoat no matter what the weather, and has a frizz of blonde hair as if it has been raised by static.
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New Maps newsletter out now.
Why audio tape's buried under standing stones, thoughts on disappearances, a little man with a whistle, wrap yourself up in the Discomfort Blanket, the Ooser’s holiday, and red twine hung and an innocent woman hanged.
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Why audio tape's buried under standing stones, thoughts on disappearances, a little man with a whistle, wrap yourself up in the Discomfort Blanket, the Ooser’s holiday, and red twine hung and an innocent woman hanged.
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From up on the hill and under the stone
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October 24, 2025 at 6:04 PM
New Maps newsletter out now.
Why audio tape's buried under standing stones, thoughts on disappearances, a little man with a whistle, wrap yourself up in the Discomfort Blanket, the Ooser’s holiday, and red twine hung and an innocent woman hanged.
mapsofthelost.substack.com/p/maps-of-th...
Why audio tape's buried under standing stones, thoughts on disappearances, a little man with a whistle, wrap yourself up in the Discomfort Blanket, the Ooser’s holiday, and red twine hung and an innocent woman hanged.
mapsofthelost.substack.com/p/maps-of-th...
A woman in Skelmersdale has seen a vision of the end of the world. She cannot tell when it will happen, but her vision of how it will happen is the truth.
September 20, 2025 at 9:57 AM
A woman in Skelmersdale has seen a vision of the end of the world. She cannot tell when it will happen, but her vision of how it will happen is the truth.
Sometimes there is a shimmering. When it stops every single thing in your house has been replaced by an identical object in exactly the same place.
Apart from one, which is not. If you look at it closely it might show you what's on the other side of the shimmering.
Good luck finding it.
Apart from one, which is not. If you look at it closely it might show you what's on the other side of the shimmering.
Good luck finding it.
September 14, 2025 at 11:07 AM
Sometimes there is a shimmering. When it stops every single thing in your house has been replaced by an identical object in exactly the same place.
Apart from one, which is not. If you look at it closely it might show you what's on the other side of the shimmering.
Good luck finding it.
Apart from one, which is not. If you look at it closely it might show you what's on the other side of the shimmering.
Good luck finding it.
Well, this is nice.
September 14, 2025 at 10:23 AM
Well, this is nice.
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Our anthology call-out for writers in the North of England is open. We're delighted to have received a few submissions already!
There's plenty of time to submit until the deadline at the end of September, so get scribbling - we'd love to read your words.
There's plenty of time to submit until the deadline at the end of September, so get scribbling - we'd love to read your words.
July 11, 2025 at 7:43 AM
Our anthology call-out for writers in the North of England is open. We're delighted to have received a few submissions already!
There's plenty of time to submit until the deadline at the end of September, so get scribbling - we'd love to read your words.
There's plenty of time to submit until the deadline at the end of September, so get scribbling - we'd love to read your words.
a missing page in every book, a corridor with yellowing white walls, a light in the night, wet footprints and the seventh heron. New stories and old in Maps newsletter 27.
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...from a reed-shrouded pond.
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August 30, 2025 at 1:21 PM
a missing page in every book, a corridor with yellowing white walls, a light in the night, wet footprints and the seventh heron. New stories and old in Maps newsletter 27.
In a coastal village on the east coast of Scotland, the windows of one cottage sometimes look out on weather that is not what you would see and feel if you step out of the door. You’ll see snow on a sunny day, rain sliding down the window in the middle of a dry spell, (1/2)
August 8, 2025 at 7:25 PM
In a coastal village on the east coast of Scotland, the windows of one cottage sometimes look out on weather that is not what you would see and feel if you step out of the door. You’ll see snow on a sunny day, rain sliding down the window in the middle of a dry spell, (1/2)
A group of small children can be found in an alley in Doncaster, playing an elaborate game with pebbles, spirals chalked on concrete, and strings criss-crossing the alley. If asked they'll say if you interrupt the game, the king of all the birds dies. No one else knows what that means. But they do.
August 6, 2025 at 12:01 PM
A group of small children can be found in an alley in Doncaster, playing an elaborate game with pebbles, spirals chalked on concrete, and strings criss-crossing the alley. If asked they'll say if you interrupt the game, the king of all the birds dies. No one else knows what that means. But they do.
There’s a dip in Rathcarbery Road as it runs through the Armagh countryside, and after heavy rain its lowest point is a shallow, dark pool. If you are walking along the road, shuffling along the verge to avoid the puddle, keep your gaze on the hedges. Look into the pool and you will see (1/1)
July 18, 2025 at 7:32 PM
There’s a dip in Rathcarbery Road as it runs through the Armagh countryside, and after heavy rain its lowest point is a shallow, dark pool. If you are walking along the road, shuffling along the verge to avoid the puddle, keep your gaze on the hedges. Look into the pool and you will see (1/1)
In a supermarket car park in Lincolnshire, on the 15th May 1995 at 2pm, the radio in every parked car turned on and loudly recited five words, five times, and then fell silent.
July 5, 2025 at 5:20 PM
In a supermarket car park in Lincolnshire, on the 15th May 1995 at 2pm, the radio in every parked car turned on and loudly recited five words, five times, and then fell silent.
voices on a radio station that doesn’t exist, bright torches in dark woods, the wriggle of a finger, the magic of the gaps, moss on your wheels, the ninth church, and a troubling car journey. This and more in the latest Maps of the Lost newsletter
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...from a gap you might step through
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July 5, 2025 at 7:10 AM
voices on a radio station that doesn’t exist, bright torches in dark woods, the wriggle of a finger, the magic of the gaps, moss on your wheels, the ninth church, and a troubling car journey. This and more in the latest Maps of the Lost newsletter
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July 4, 2025 at 5:38 PM
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...If you hang around the pretty village green for a while, you will see that none of the locals sit there, and that no matter what time of day it is, the bench always appears to be in shadow...
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June 29, 2025 at 10:02 AM
...If you hang around the pretty village green for a while, you will see that none of the locals sit there, and that no matter what time of day it is, the bench always appears to be in shadow...
substack.com/@mapsofthelo...?
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June 22, 2025 at 3:54 PM
It was on a train the other way, from Manchester to Swansea, crammed in a 1970s bus welded to rail dollies, that I gradually realised that the woman talking on her phone opposite me was busy chatting about her career as an...exorcist.
Simultaneously the best and worst of train journeys.
Simultaneously the best and worst of train journeys.
June 16, 2025 at 8:42 PM
It was on a train the other way, from Manchester to Swansea, crammed in a 1970s bus welded to rail dollies, that I gradually realised that the woman talking on her phone opposite me was busy chatting about her career as an...exorcist.
Simultaneously the best and worst of train journeys.
Simultaneously the best and worst of train journeys.