Michael Castile

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I have 28 stories published in 0 collections on the site.
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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

Blank Space

Photo by Geran de Klerk on Unsplash He awoke, finally. Another uncomfortable, barley slept night. A thirst, that no amount of water could ever quench...
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Health Shops, customers and stafff, so weird......

Photo by : Bruno on Pixabay What's going on here with health shops ? Why are their staff all so weird, and there customers so very self centered and...

Stretching

Photo by : Peggy_Marco on Pixabay Posture exercises all gone wrong, what happened their, I came on too strong Impatience, speed, rush to improve An...

Atmospheric

Photo by Billy Huynh on Unsplash Atmospheric She looked out at the vast universe. She was always taken aback by its sense of infinity, of nothingness...

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...

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