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What is the Celtic Myth Podshow? Simply put, free audio stories of the Tales of our Ancestors that you can download. Read on ... The Celtic Myth Podshow will tell you ancient tales and legends of Ireland, Scotland, Wales, Cornwall, Brittany and the Isle of Man bringing you the bravery of heroes and heroines, the magnificent pantheon of gods and goddesses and the magic and wonder of druids, faeries and folklore. It weaves together the rich, beautiful tapestry of mythological history, battles and sagas of the Celts. Each podcast lasts approximately 30 mins so sit down, get comfortable and join us every other week and listen to news, chat and a story from Celtic Mythology. Come and join Gary & Ruth and their friends as they tell you the great stories from Celtic legend. The series started with the Book of Invasions from the Irish Mythological Cycle, which is now complete, and will be progressing on to Welsh Mythology. NB: This Podshow and the website are, and always will be, KID-SAFE and FREE. Here you are going to fiind retweets of our newsposts and links to sites and places that we like :) Given our limited time at the moment, how would you most like to see it used?(trends) Get this widget!
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sylvarwolf Ā· 4 years ago
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choices, a poem for National Writing Day
choices a poem for National Writing Day
ChoicesSo many choicesThere are too many thingsto choose fromIā€™m toldthat Iā€™m good at them allbut thatā€™s nottrueOthers trained for yearsand their work isfantasticThey have experience and talentwhereas I amJack of All Tradeswith no great skillSo how can I walk along the roadslike those they have chosen?There are so manychoicesWhere do I start and spinning round in my mind ishowdo I start?In aā€¦
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sylvarwolf Ā· 4 years ago
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Bereavement: A Cogitation
With dismal days looming above,Life leeches bright colourFrom the azure vault of heaven,Memories unbidden,Un-looked for, focus gloomy thoughtsOn the space left behind. The Shape of your life in my mind ā€“The hole where once you smiled ā€“Stands empty, never to be filledWith the sound of your voice.Only the echoes lamentingSuch sweetness to the ear. You have gone and left naught but chillMemory ofā€¦
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sylvarwolf Ā· 4 years ago
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Don't Rock the Boat
Donā€™t Rock theĀ Boat
John studied Pete for a solid minute before standing up and turning to face him. Margot saw his eyes, lined with stress and worry, glance at her and she wondered whether she had the nerve to drive the getaway vehicle. They hadnā€™t told her what was going to occur, and all she knew was that she had to make a quick, safe and legal drive across the busy town centre. It was not a matter of whether sheā€¦
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sylvarwolf Ā· 4 years ago
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There's No 'I' in Team
Thereā€™s No ā€˜Iā€™ inĀ Team
Margot regarded John with a quizzical look in her eyes. His mass of messy blond hair stood up on the top of his head and flopped about with wild abandon as his head moved. Long, thin fingers would sweep through his hair and push it back over his ears. Then he thrust his hands deep into the pockets of his jacket and hunched his shoulders over into his perpetual stoop. He turned to face Margot,ā€¦
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sylvarwolf Ā· 4 years ago
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The Big Plan
The mobile phone buzzed away to itself on the kitchen counter and Margot turned it over to see who was calling. Johnā€™s deep penetrating eyes stared up at her from the screen. Margotā€™s stomach flipped, and she decided she needed to talk to him. Even when they were still together as a couple, she could never decide whether to talk to him. He always found fault with her and argued her down when sheā€¦
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sylvarwolf Ā· 4 years ago
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Going for a Drive and a Drink
Going for a Drive and aĀ Drink
Margot opened the passenger door of Angieā€™s green Mini Clubman and climbed inside. Angie put the car into gear and pulled into traffic. ā€œHow are you doing today?ā€ Angie said, flicking her eyes to look at Margot. Margot seemed to shrink inside her thick overcoat. ā€œFine, fine.ā€ She said, the briefest smile lighting up her face. The wipers shushed back and forth across the windscreen. ā€œDid Jennyā€¦
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sylvarwolf Ā· 4 years ago
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Margot's Nightmarish Dream
Margotā€™s Nightmarish Dream
Her bedroom was a mess; clothes everywhere underfoot, her dressing table covered in bottles of cream, perfume and make-up and the bed covered with scatter cushions. The curtains were half-drawn and the light from a street-lamp spilt across her bed like a sodium-yellow plank of wood. Margot kicked off her shoes and pulled the curtains together to bring a hint of darkness into her bedroom. Afterā€¦
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sylvarwolf Ā· 4 years ago
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The little orange flag
The little orangeĀ flag
The field was in the middle of nowhere, hedged in by sparse trees, and Angie was well and truly lost. She had come out for a walk in the local woods, but the vibrant sound of birdsong distracted her and she kept walking into unfamiliar territory. She meandered back in the direction she had come, hoping her memory would pick up clues about the path she had used. Something bright and orange caughtā€¦
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sylvarwolf Ā· 4 years ago
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The rusty old door
The rusty oldĀ door
She approached the unfamiliar door and nervously took the key from her pocket. She took a deep breath, unlocked the door, paused, and then opened it. To her horror, she encountered three men with black balaclavas over their heads watching her as she stood open-mouthed in the doorway. They each had guns in their hands and huddled together like a murder of crows. Three black-dressed men in the oldā€¦
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sylvarwolf Ā· 4 years ago
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Young Margot: a Short-story Flashback
Young Margot: a Short-storyĀ Flashback
It was the year that her mother died. No one had expected her to pass when she did in the glorious springtime. She had left her small family to fend for themselves. Margot was nine-years-old at the time and her world had filled itself with her friends, her scooter and Dad watching the game on the television. He was always the rock in their family: sturdy, bound to his armchair, predictable andā€¦
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sylvarwolf Ā· 4 years ago
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The big job interview
The big jobĀ interview
Margot had been out of work for three weeks now, and her self-esteem was plummeting. So eager was she to dress for the job interview that she had forgotten to bring her exam certificates with her. Margot hoped they wouldnā€™t ask her for them. She wore a freshly pressed navy blue A-line skirt and cream blouse with a jacket to match her skirt. She flicked her hair behind her ear; a habit that sheā€¦
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sylvarwolf Ā· 4 years ago
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Pie and Mash at the George & Dragon
Pie and Mash at the George &Ā Dragon
The George and Dragonā€™s saloon bar was warm, inviting, and almost empty when John walked in. Low dark wood beams complemented the rough plastered walls. Rich mahogany armchairs scattered around small circular tables. Beer mats and a small metal tin containing cutlery and serviettes decorated each table. He waved at the short, bespectacled waitress and she lifted her hand and smiled back atā€¦
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sylvarwolf Ā· 4 years ago
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More Coffee for Two
More Coffee forĀ Two
Margot was sitting in her kitchen when the text message arrived. She was sitting at a breakfast bar island in the centre of the kitchen. The wide double-glazed windows let early afternoon sunshine stream across the kitchen. The Coffee-maker had recently provided her with a fresh cup of coffee. A creamy, comforting latte that settled in her stomach with a satisfying warmth. Margot retrieved herā€¦
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sylvarwolf Ā· 4 years ago
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She poured herself another glass of wine, the glugging rising in pitch as the wine filled up her large glass. The wine was dark, the colour of blood, and she took a long sip before turning back to the television. The glow of its screen lit her front room with a pale and flickering light. She wasnā€™t watching the TV with its flashing lights and moving images. Half a dozen textured scatter cushionsā€¦
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sylvarwolf Ā· 4 years ago
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Swings, slides and wild rides
Swings, slides and wildĀ rides
The trees gathered together like green-robed, conspiratorial monks and loomed over the bright, plastic coloured play-park. Their shadows blocked most of the cool winter sunlight that spilled onto the slide and the swings. Small children ran screaming their joy from one crowded activity to the next. Swings, creaking like old bones, rattled backwards and forwards in constant complaint. Grubbyā€¦
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sylvarwolf Ā· 4 years ago
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Waiting for a bus
Waiting for aĀ bus
Angieā€™s breath came out in small, wispy clouds of ice and she shuddered as the cold spread into her bones. She sat forward on the ice-cold, wooden bench of the bus shelter, clutching the sleeping bag she had bought from Argos. It was electric blue and squashed into its little bag ā€“ perfect for a teenager away from home for the first time. She was certain that the bus should be here by now. Theā€¦
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sylvarwolf Ā· 4 years ago
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Lies, lies and more lies
Lies, lies and moreĀ lies
In the mornings he would exercise; the treadmill clattering away to his heavy footfalls like a train going over points. After exercise, would come lunch which on most days comprised poached eggs and coffee. Then he would shower, allowing the hot cleansing water tumble over his body. Only then would he allow himself the luxury of a bar of chocolate. He played the guitar every Wednesday night, andā€¦
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