Justin Tuijl

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StoryDeath on a tricycle Justin Tuijl01 year 8 months ago
Storythe house with a collapsing roof Justin Tuijl41 year 8 months ago
CollectionJustin's Poems Justin Tuijl01 year 8 months ago
Blog entryNever did write for money anyway, my books are free Justin Tuijl01 year 8 months ago
Story4am Justin Tuijl31 year 8 months ago
Story180 Years Old Justin Tuijl21 year 8 months ago
StoryAlbert and Perky Justin Tuijl01 year 8 months ago
StoryThe Others Justin Tuijl91 year 8 months ago
StoryA night at my work, a journal like entry Justin Tuijl01 year 8 months ago
StoryIn the footsteps of Lawrence of Alexandria Justin Tuijl11 year 8 months ago
Storyit was a unique development Justin Tuijl01 year 8 months ago
StoryThe Recovery Centre Justin Tuijl01 year 8 months ago
StoryA Letter to Lachlann Justin Tuijl21 year 8 months ago
Storyshatter Justin Tuijl21 year 8 months ago
Storyisland Justin Tuijl11 year 8 months ago
CollectionJustin's Fiction Justin Tuijl01 year 8 months ago
CollectionJustin's Non-fiction Justin Tuijl01 year 8 months ago
Storythe drive back Justin Tuijl11 year 8 months ago
Storypinned to the trees Justin Tuijl11 year 8 months ago
Storylet there be cake Justin Tuijl11 year 8 months ago
StoryThough the kingfishers looked Justin Tuijl11 year 8 months ago
StoryRupert Justin Tuijl11 year 8 months ago
StoryDry Golden Justin Tuijl21 year 8 months ago
StoryThe Train Rattled Justin Tuijl41 year 8 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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