Michael Castile

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I have 24 stories published in 0 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 5462 times and 2 of my stories have been cherry picked.

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Mike Castile

      

                                                   

As long as I can remember I have always written. Mainly to make sense of the world ,and in particular the people in it. A few years ago, due to a phyisical injury I could not, as a temporary measure follow my sporting interests. So out of a wish to interact with other humans, and keep my brain ticking over, I joined a local writers group here in Galway, in the West of Ireland, where I am currently living.
                           It is run by Kevin Higgins, (http://overtheedgeliteraryevents.blogspot.ie/)                     an internationally published poet and writer. I also took some courses with his wife, also an internationally published poet and writer, Susan Millar Du Mars. Both are very supportive of new and emerging writers.
                       It was at Kevin's suggestion that I started a blog, and began to post some of my writing 
for anybody who may be interested to view it.

                                                                                                                Michael.

      

My stories

Woman.

Woman 2. There once was this woman, right, and man she was well outta sight With a fine full bosom, and eyes so blue I mean what in the name of God...

The Wallet.

The Wallet. The Wallet. I had a wallet once or twice, and that was all rather nice All shiny, black and leather too A gift from a lady I once knew. A...

Manchester 2017.

Manchester 2017. Sadness came to a city today, While so many children were at play That suicide bomber came and took so many lives away On such an...

Tea.

Tea. via Daily Prompt: Tea ‘You’ll have had your tea’ , her broad strong Scottish accent breaking the silence. She sat opposite him. His smile...

Lust.

Lust….. via Daily Prompt: Lust He had always lusted after her. Ever since that first day he saw her her. There was just something about her. She was...

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