Justin Tuijl

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I have 56 stories published in 8 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 20923 times and 40 of my stories have been cherry picked.
2 of my 13 comments have been voted Great Feedback with a total of 2 votes

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I don't like to read my own work, the more I do the worse it gets. I'm not the strongest reader either. Dyslexia doesn't help. I've written 100s of poems, several novels, several shorts and a bunch of articles, non-fiction. Written my autobiography about 3 times. My poems are usually confessional style poems though I dabble (badly) with surreal/beat style. I've lost most of what I wrote pre-2011

On returning to ABC I find there are stories of mine still on here but not editable by me. Not a bad thing as I have a habit of deleting my stuff online. However, I am able to add them to collections, which I have done. So on my profile there are collections of my fiction, poems, non-fiction.

I may add some articles. However, since 2020 my political views changed a lot. Most of the articles and a lot of new content has a political edge. It also means some of the more political of my old content, I no longer beleive in, it's a little embarrasing even.

I've decided not to delete anymore content or delete my profile again.

I did have a lot published on my website but decided to close the website as a publishing platfom. My books can be got at Amazon (99p), Smashwords (free), & Books2Read (free)

Only novels sell. Short story collections and poem collections are hopeless. Even novels are slow, even for free. The market is saturated. Out of interest, here is an article I found about the state of publsihing: https://ideas.bkconnection.com/10-awful-truths-about-publishing

So, writing for pleasure then!

Oh, I have a BA in Professional and Creative Writing and an MA in Novel Writing.

My stories

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...

let there be cake

the sun is falling below the gravestone, he made 83 when I was two i expect the sun is falling everywhere and none of it means a thing stones words...
Cherry

the drive back

we’re half way home an hour left to drive the car is old and the steering is vague a wheel bearing is noisy, the headlights are dim we have finished...
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Cherry

Though the kingfishers looked

Though the kingfishers looked So beautiful; specks of shocking blue Against the dead green and dark water. They chased each other like in love -- And...
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Rupert

(Written 2015) Julia stood by the train door as it pulled into Beckton station. She had been watching the nearly empty platform all the time as it...
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