Scottish Stories

Ower the haugh and yont a glen there is a bonny dun Where the corbie flies agin the sky, afore the setting sun,   Wi talloun and cracklings we sit doon and have a little drink And efter a wee heavy or two, we heat up a Cullen Skink,   It'll tek ye frae all ye woes, nae matter what th' weather On the fair, we'll coorie doon, and make love among the heather   No one but ye, my love would I tek to oor special place Where I c...

A blank page, this isny right,in fact, it's bloody shite!The page should be filled wi' text,a curious mix ae Scottish and English,It's whit a speak and also write. My rhyming, there, jist fell oot,but quick as a flash, I'll right that wrongthen I'll sing a happy wee song.A song aboot rhymin' an' stuff,Scottish an' English, written by a wee scruff.Next line is the last,and with this, the poem is past.

I hate those times when you want to write something, but either have no drive, or no ideas. You open a word document and just type for the sake of typing. Or if you’re a fan of pen and paper, you do it that way. You have no idea if you’re gonna come up with something good or just a bunch of words strung together. Sometimes, it’s amazing, you actually find that there’s something about just writing your thoughts about havin...