Justin Tuijl

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Storythe house with a collapsing roof Justin Tuijl41 year 3 months ago
CollectionJustin's Poems Justin Tuijl01 year 3 months ago
Blog entryNever did write for money anyway, my books are free Justin Tuijl01 year 3 months ago
Story4am Justin Tuijl31 year 3 months ago
Story180 Years Old Justin Tuijl21 year 3 months ago
StoryAlbert and Perky Justin Tuijl01 year 3 months ago
StoryThe Others Justin Tuijl91 year 3 months ago
StoryA night at my work, a journal like entry Justin Tuijl01 year 3 months ago
StoryIn the footsteps of Lawrence of Alexandria Justin Tuijl11 year 3 months ago
Storyit was a unique development Justin Tuijl01 year 3 months ago
StoryThe Recovery Centre Justin Tuijl01 year 3 months ago
StoryA Letter to Lachlann Justin Tuijl21 year 3 months ago
Storyshatter Justin Tuijl21 year 3 months ago
Storyisland Justin Tuijl11 year 3 months ago
CollectionJustin's Fiction Justin Tuijl01 year 4 months ago
CollectionJustin's Non-fiction Justin Tuijl01 year 4 months ago
Storythe drive back Justin Tuijl11 year 4 months ago
Storypinned to the trees Justin Tuijl11 year 4 months ago
Storylet there be cake Justin Tuijl11 year 4 months ago
StoryThough the kingfishers looked Justin Tuijl11 year 4 months ago
StoryRupert Justin Tuijl11 year 4 months ago
StoryDry Golden Justin Tuijl21 year 4 months ago
StoryThe Train Rattled Justin Tuijl41 year 4 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Jungle

(This poem is based upon my experience in Ecuador 2011) Sweat bees cling to our faces and get in our ears as we cut large leaves to sit on placed...
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the house with a collapsing roof

the house with a collapsing roof stands over the landscape, human inhabitants are long gone, that view from the empty windows, is seen by no one,...
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Gold cherry

4am

dream merges with room i look at the clock 4am fragments of dream & this time i’ve seen so many provoked are death problems past failures i...

Albert and Perky

He put the book down and turned to his model railway. Pictures of locos were stuck to the wall around it. Feeling for the control box from his bed,...
Cherry

180 Years Old

There is a biting wind coming across the salt-water loch. The waves are up and the smell of the brine and seaweed is strong. Snow-capped mountains...

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