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On top of all else, not sure Bear is going to make it through the night.
November 29, 2025 at 8:55 PM
On top of all else, not sure Bear is going to make it through the night.
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Even in winter, the wood whispers to tramp its paths. Its Sprites and Woodwose may sleep through days demanding our heaviest coats, but its mysteries do not. Bare branches scratch the low sky and still its mysteries sing. We walk for wonder. We walk for cold magics. – #EmilyCBanting, 1981
November 29, 2025 at 10:19 AM
Even in winter, the wood whispers to tramp its paths. Its Sprites and Woodwose may sleep through days demanding our heaviest coats, but its mysteries do not. Bare branches scratch the low sky and still its mysteries sing. We walk for wonder. We walk for cold magics. – #EmilyCBanting, 1981
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Now comes a winter of ghosts and those beasts that live at the edges of fever when it has turned to shiver. In this season's shortened light, rain grows sharp teeth and wind becomes a spearpoint against bones. Even dawn seems reluctant to hoist hope high. – #DAKilroy, 1982 #Dawn
November 29, 2025 at 8:05 AM
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Goodnight from The Dominion cinema in Ashcourt, where half the audience has left after the first 10 minutes of ‘The Dead Watch’. Goodnight from the Welcome Rest roadside restaurant at Northway Corner, where the lights have suddenly turned on despite it being abandoned since 1973.
November 28, 2025 at 10:04 PM
Goodnight from The Dominion cinema in Ashcourt, where half the audience has left after the first 10 minutes of ‘The Dead Watch’. Goodnight from the Welcome Rest roadside restaurant at Northway Corner, where the lights have suddenly turned on despite it being abandoned since 1973.
According to AI I have a daughter. This is news to me, but if she makes herself known before mid-December 24th, I guarantee her an invite to Christmas dinner.
November 29, 2025 at 1:47 AM
According to AI I have a daughter. This is news to me, but if she makes herself known before mid-December 24th, I guarantee her an invite to Christmas dinner.
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We should have no surprise that the city dreams itself as being beside the ocean even when it is miles from the salt-kissed shore. We should have no surprise the city dreams itself as being bordered with Ancient Egypt or Faery. In its nightly shifting of streets, our stories dance and sing.
November 28, 2025 at 7:27 PM
We should have no surprise that the city dreams itself as being beside the ocean even when it is miles from the salt-kissed shore. We should have no surprise the city dreams itself as being bordered with Ancient Egypt or Faery. In its nightly shifting of streets, our stories dance and sing.
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The city is layers of story. Sometimes it is told in occulted stone symbolism, sometimes in street names and haunted hodology. Thousands of narratives with no editor. Thousands of tales seeping into the city's own strange dreams. No wonder it imagines fabulous things. – #CLNolan
November 28, 2025 at 5:07 PM
The city is layers of story. Sometimes it is told in occulted stone symbolism, sometimes in street names and haunted hodology. Thousands of narratives with no editor. Thousands of tales seeping into the city's own strange dreams. No wonder it imagines fabulous things. – #CLNolan
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Among the many others it is also home to The Established Embassy of the Summer Court (a door upon which @marcovisconti.org and I will one day knock and demand admittance).
November 28, 2025 at 3:24 PM
Among the many others it is also home to The Established Embassy of the Summer Court (a door upon which @marcovisconti.org and I will one day knock and demand admittance).
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For the record Weychester is also known to be home to the following secretive if not entirely secret societies:
The Red Lodge
The Woodwose Guild
Society of Aetheric Explorers
The Ancient Order of Scryers
Pillars of Obsidian (much sniggered about for being able to be reduced to the acronym POO)
The Red Lodge
The Woodwose Guild
Society of Aetheric Explorers
The Ancient Order of Scryers
Pillars of Obsidian (much sniggered about for being able to be reduced to the acronym POO)
November 28, 2025 at 3:19 PM
For the record Weychester is also known to be home to the following secretive if not entirely secret societies:
The Red Lodge
The Woodwose Guild
Society of Aetheric Explorers
The Ancient Order of Scryers
Pillars of Obsidian (much sniggered about for being able to be reduced to the acronym POO)
The Red Lodge
The Woodwose Guild
Society of Aetheric Explorers
The Ancient Order of Scryers
Pillars of Obsidian (much sniggered about for being able to be reduced to the acronym POO)
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I adore Weychester. In its streets and wyndes one can play the game of guessing which secret society lives behind which door. Here the Order of the Clapperclaw, there the Grand Lodge of Mirrors. The Duat Club is easy to spot, but many other entrances demand our pondering. – #CLNolan
November 28, 2025 at 1:50 PM
I adore Weychester. In its streets and wyndes one can play the game of guessing which secret society lives behind which door. Here the Order of the Clapperclaw, there the Grand Lodge of Mirrors. The Duat Club is easy to spot, but many other entrances demand our pondering. – #CLNolan
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Spare me from star-child occultists. Spare me from ghost-bothering pricks. Spare me from those who only use witchcraft as an excuse to see some naked flesh. It isn’t the Age of Aquarius Nokes, it’s the Age of the Pisspuffin. - #DICallaghan in conversation to #DSNokes
November 28, 2025 at 12:18 PM
Spare me from star-child occultists. Spare me from ghost-bothering pricks. Spare me from those who only use witchcraft as an excuse to see some naked flesh. It isn’t the Age of Aquarius Nokes, it’s the Age of the Pisspuffin. - #DICallaghan in conversation to #DSNokes
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To walk the colonades at Ashcourt Necropolis is to tread upon grief-soaked stones. You are haunted by absence, enfolded in a thousand dead whispers. Despite our attempts at grand demarcations between living flesh and slow corruption, death remains a shared singularity. – #CLNolan
November 27, 2025 at 3:08 PM
To walk the colonades at Ashcourt Necropolis is to tread upon grief-soaked stones. You are haunted by absence, enfolded in a thousand dead whispers. Despite our attempts at grand demarcations between living flesh and slow corruption, death remains a shared singularity. – #CLNolan
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Hookland Unexplained Team (HUT) have made a career of turning up to places where a bloke coming back from the pub has seen a movement in the hedge and assumed it’s a Star Wraith or a Harrow Hound. You journalists have enabled them in scaring the populace because bullshit sells papers. - #DICallaghan
November 26, 2025 at 11:49 AM
Hookland Unexplained Team (HUT) have made a career of turning up to places where a bloke coming back from the pub has seen a movement in the hedge and assumed it’s a Star Wraith or a Harrow Hound. You journalists have enabled them in scaring the populace because bullshit sells papers. - #DICallaghan
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I love this idea. My dad died when I was three and I had to figure out simple things like how to tie a tie and even shave on my own. Please retweet this because I know there are a lot of kids out there who could use some help with day to day life.
November 26, 2025 at 10:46 PM
I love this idea. My dad died when I was three and I had to figure out simple things like how to tie a tie and even shave on my own. Please retweet this because I know there are a lot of kids out there who could use some help with day to day life.
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The river carves the land. Collects its gossip, hears all its spirited stories. Blends them into its own song. Witches listen to this fluid singing of place, gathers omens as they float by. She runs with the river and absorbs its wisdom. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
November 26, 2025 at 2:58 PM
The river carves the land. Collects its gossip, hears all its spirited stories. Blends them into its own song. Witches listen to this fluid singing of place, gathers omens as they float by. She runs with the river and absorbs its wisdom. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
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Hi. I’m David Southwell. I do Hookland. For me the industrial past holds more horror in its soot cicatrix because it’s not only root of the modern ecological terror we find ourselves living through, but as I working class writer I would still echoes as intergenerational trauma.
Hi. I’m David Southwell. I do Hookland. For me the industrial past holds more horror in its soot cicatrix because it’s not only root of the modern ecological terror we find ourselves living through, but as I working class writer I would still echoes as intergenerational trauma.
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![Artwork by Alexandr Konev, which is a fan rendition of Logic, the final narrative boss of Fear & Hunger 2: Termina. A rotund reactor, with a thousand blinking lights on its smooth carapace, and flanked by two, metal exhaust pipes on each side, supports an alabaster, humanoid figurine, cut into multiple geometric shapes with deep, black lines that make them look like shards of glass. Pearly white cables are draped over the figurine’s head like hair. Marble figures of exquisite detail surround the figurine. Blue butterflies dance in the foreground in rich, colourful blurs.
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November 26, 2025 at 7:28 PM
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Hi. I’m David Southwell. I do Hookland. For me the industrial past holds more horror in its soot cicatrix because it’s not only root of the modern ecological terror we find ourselves living through, but as I working class writer I would still echoes as intergenerational trauma.
Hi. I’m David Southwell. I do Hookland. For me the industrial past holds more horror in its soot cicatrix because it’s not only root of the modern ecological terror we find ourselves living through, but as I working class writer I would still echoes as intergenerational trauma.
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Give me sunlight, a comfortable chair and a wall of books! This makes me declare myself a most satisfied soul. For the library is a territory of wonder. It is home to a thousand wise voices who know words that open gates to the imagination. – #CLNolan, BBC National Programme, 1934 #Libraries
November 25, 2025 at 3:32 PM
Give me sunlight, a comfortable chair and a wall of books! This makes me declare myself a most satisfied soul. For the library is a territory of wonder. It is home to a thousand wise voices who know words that open gates to the imagination. – #CLNolan, BBC National Programme, 1934 #Libraries
Sickbed companion.
November 26, 2025 at 10:24 AM
Sickbed companion.
If you find something dull on social media, pass on by. If you walk by a display of power tools on the high street and have feck all interest you don’t go into the shop and tell the staff you have no interest in power tools do you? No. That would be madness and everyone would think you a pisspuffin.
November 25, 2025 at 7:00 PM
If you find something dull on social media, pass on by. If you walk by a display of power tools on the high street and have feck all interest you don’t go into the shop and tell the staff you have no interest in power tools do you? No. That would be madness and everyone would think you a pisspuffin.
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People ask why I followed The Hum wanting trite answers about a disaffected youth looking for direction. Walking The Hum pylon-to-pylon gave me spiritual direction, but no-one wants to hear about my devotional relationship to the land's electric leys. – Trippy Pete, ex-Pylon Person #VOH
November 25, 2025 at 12:36 PM
People ask why I followed The Hum wanting trite answers about a disaffected youth looking for direction. Walking The Hum pylon-to-pylon gave me spiritual direction, but no-one wants to hear about my devotional relationship to the land's electric leys. – Trippy Pete, ex-Pylon Person #VOH
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For some folk Nokes, UFOs are a religion. They’ve got to testify. If it isn’t the Space Gospel at told to them by Commander Ril of the Planet Skareg, it’s that Meldon Hill is a holy place of galactic convergence. I wish all of the preachy bastards would get beamed up. – #DICallaghan
November 24, 2025 at 4:13 PM
For some folk Nokes, UFOs are a religion. They’ve got to testify. If it isn’t the Space Gospel at told to them by Commander Ril of the Planet Skareg, it’s that Meldon Hill is a holy place of galactic convergence. I wish all of the preachy bastards would get beamed up. – #DICallaghan
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We have allowed superstition to become a word loaded with negative judgements. Is someone who believes in the ghosts of felled trees, the persistence of Wood Sprites and their revenges against the axe superstitious? Yes, but this should not be assumed as a bad thing. – Dr. M. Benn #FolkloreSunday
November 23, 2025 at 3:29 PM
We have allowed superstition to become a word loaded with negative judgements. Is someone who believes in the ghosts of felled trees, the persistence of Wood Sprites and their revenges against the axe superstitious? Yes, but this should not be assumed as a bad thing. – Dr. M. Benn #FolkloreSunday