Richard L. Provencher

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I have 2695 stories published in 30 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 3254276 times and 241 of my stories have been cherry picked.
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Richard Laurent Provencher

Richard is from Rouyn-Noranda, Quebec. His enjoyment of the woods combined with contemporary issues form the basis of his writing. Richard is now concentrating on his Story-Poems, which he believes is like a global adventure in a land without borders. His background as a miner, welfare officer, supply teacher, newspaper reporter, and a further 22 years in social services provide him with ample article material.

Richard has work in print and online with literary magazines such as Inscribed, Hudson View, Short Story Library, Ottawa Arts Review, Paragon 111, Tower Poetry, Caduceus, The Danforth Review, Other Voices International, Rubicon Publishing, Writer's Block, The Foliate Oak, Parenting Express, The Penwood Review, and Blue Skies Poetry.

Note: Richard L. Provencher will be 80 on September 10, 2022, lives with his precious wife, Esther and he were married 48 years ago, as of March 27, 2023. Richard continues to joyfully write all types of poetry, and posts his work now, all of it on ABCtales.com. They have lived in lovely Pictou, Glenholme and Truro, Nova Scotia since April 1986. Richard & Esther have a very strong Christian faith. Bless each one of you who enjoy our writing, and we are pleased to share our work, via Online Posting. -Richard & Esther

My stories

Troy Goes Fishing

Troy and his father drove a long way to fish for brook trout. But willow branches hid the best spots in the stream. "I only want to get one huge fish...
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Faith Plus Prayer Equals Understanding

The media saturates us with sadness through images and detailed stories of defects in human society. We are bombarded continually with this flood of...

Pandemonium is a Natural Affair

Once the sun kisses the edge of the horizon new adventures begin- a wind stirs the pot with a mix of turmoil as it draws from a nest of furor shoving...
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Dear Dads-

if you only knew how much your drinking shrinks your family’s souls many days of pain and misery are felt and yet they forgive you. Years ago a grown...
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Cold Night for a Homeless Man

So cold my legs they should be like fire not almost frozen baby blanket stolen the only contact I had with my mother the child in me – remembering...
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