Justin Tuijl

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StoryDeath on a tricycle Justin Tuijl01 year 10 months ago
Storythe house with a collapsing roof Justin Tuijl41 year 10 months ago
CollectionJustin's Poems Justin Tuijl01 year 10 months ago
Blog entryNever did write for money anyway, my books are free Justin Tuijl01 year 11 months ago
Story4am Justin Tuijl31 year 11 months ago
Story180 Years Old Justin Tuijl21 year 11 months ago
StoryAlbert and Perky Justin Tuijl01 year 11 months ago
StoryThe Others Justin Tuijl91 year 11 months ago
StoryA night at my work, a journal like entry Justin Tuijl01 year 11 months ago
StoryIn the footsteps of Lawrence of Alexandria Justin Tuijl11 year 11 months ago
Storyit was a unique development Justin Tuijl01 year 11 months ago
StoryThe Recovery Centre Justin Tuijl01 year 11 months ago
StoryA Letter to Lachlann Justin Tuijl21 year 11 months ago
Storyshatter Justin Tuijl21 year 11 months ago
Storyisland Justin Tuijl11 year 11 months ago
CollectionJustin's Fiction Justin Tuijl01 year 11 months ago
CollectionJustin's Non-fiction Justin Tuijl01 year 11 months ago
Storythe drive back Justin Tuijl11 year 11 months ago
Storypinned to the trees Justin Tuijl11 year 11 months ago
Storylet there be cake Justin Tuijl11 year 11 months ago
StoryThough the kingfishers looked Justin Tuijl11 year 11 months ago
StoryRupert Justin Tuijl11 year 11 months ago
StoryDry Golden Justin Tuijl21 year 11 months ago
StoryThe Train Rattled Justin Tuijl41 year 11 months ago

My stories

The Recovery Centre

FADE IN: The scene opens in a typical addiction recovery centre. This one is in Woolwich, London. There are several people in the room waiting. There...
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A Letter to Lachlann

Farquhar Hubert Solomon applied his peeler to a potato and slid away a section of skin. Oh, Deòiridh, he said. Yes? Tell me, when did Lachlann last...

island

there’s another island i see it from my window as i drive a place i could be away from it all maybe a little boat to get there maybe it would be...
Cherry

shatter

(I self-published a book of 201 poems and this was the titile poem, written March 2020, before the world went mad) i find a wilderness walk the size...

pinned to the trees

(I've been expeimenting with surreal/beat style poetry for a bit, but I seem to be better at confessional poetry. This is an example of my surreal...

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