About clum


Scottish; Buddhist; Mathematics teacher.

Dabble in writing, from time to time. Little bit of poetry, some whimsical pieces. Wish I had more time to write.

Callum A.
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Edinburgh, Scotland
Local Time:
13 Jul 2020 20:16
Mathematics; Politics; Long walks on the beach...
Favorite Books:
The Book Thief; Emma; Lord of the Rings; The Subtle Knife
Favorite Authors:
JRR Tolkien; Jane Austen; Phillip Pullman.
Favorite Movies:
Snatch; Monty Python & The Holy Grail; Sliding Doors; Nine; Sister Act
Favourite TV Shows:
Favorite Music:
R.E.M.; Stereophonics; Eminem; Pulp; Radiohead; Paul Simon


Date Joined:
12 May 2012
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Topic: Up two, three, Down two, three... Make a word.
Posted: 08 Jul 2020 07:16

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Topic: Up two, three, Down two, three... Make a word.
Posted: 07 Jul 2020 04:59

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Topic: Up two, three, Down two, three... Make a word.
Posted: 06 Jul 2020 11:08


Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 06 Jul 2020 11:02

Well, isn't this is a nice little joint?

Been a member for a long time but don't frequent the place much. Hello to all.

A double espresso would go down a treat, and give me a bit of a jolt to do some writing tonight. Kinda wasted the weekend, but I'm on vacation so it's all fine.

Lovely to be here.

Topic: Up two, three, Down two, three... Make a word.
Posted: 06 Jul 2020 07:54

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Topic: Let's Count
Posted: 02 Aug 2014 15:25

One thousand two hundred and sixty-seven.

Topic: An essay contest...what's your motto in life? No fee, a cool $1500.00 US first prize...
Posted: 16 Jul 2013 00:04

Thanks for this, Alan. I think I will enter; I'm quite a philosophical kind of guy.

Topic: Have you ever been unable to finish a book?
Posted: 02 Dec 2012 09:17

I have tried (and failed) on three separate occasions to finish Heart of Darkness but it's like there's just this mental block. I can't put my finger on what it is but I always get to the point that I just cannot pick it up again.

That said, each time I've tried I've gotten a little further through it. Maybe if I keep going I'll eventually finish. I don't know if it's worth it though...

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In Sync

You say the words,  Even as they teeter  At the edge of my tongue.   You give voice to thoughts Not yet fully formed In my mind.  You articulate my opinions, So I better understand My own heart. I know your reaction  Well before you give it. I know your passions, What ignites and stokes them. In sync, but unpredictable; Familiar, never dull. Still you surprise me, Astound me, amaze me. ...

Added 10 Jul 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 42 | 3 Comments

Poison Into Medicine

Worn down, Worn out, Day after day, Until unspilled tears Burn With the doubt. “Respect” is just a word, Not understood Nor valued. The more given, The more pain When not received. Quit! Then what? Places, faces change; Poison lingers. Failure Is just as painful. Dig deeper, persevere; Determine, again. No one said Human Revolution Would be easy. No one else can do it. Inner...

Added 06 Jul 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 83 | 5 Comments

Appetite for Destruction

Not a head does not turn towards the destruction, drawn by the brutal symphony of sound, held rapt by the morbid visual. Everyone sees some part of the meticulously planned yet seemingly barbaric disassembly, almost walking into one another as they crane their necks. Children, the most vocal of us about their fascination with destruction, yet to learn the shame of it, point and exclaim;...

Added 01 Aug 2014 | Category Musings | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,049 | 4 Comments

My Summer Obsession

I'm sure you don't remember the first time we met. I say "met"; it was but a brief moment in which two strangers passed each other by, one barely noticing the other, if at all, but leaving an unmistakably profound impression on him—on me. No, I am certain you do not remember, but I will never forget, for it was the moment that the seed of my love for you was planted. It was late in May, early...

Added 22 Jul 2013 | Category Romance | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,393 | 10 Comments

Recommended Read This Is Where I Write

Coach B is the Quiet Coach. It is a good place to think, to reflect and from which to draw inspiration. It is a silent movie and my mind writes the title cards. I always travel in Coach B, though it is always at the far end of the platform. For four and a half hours, it is my high-speed cocoon in which complete anonymity is mine for the taking. I smile as I board; I like this place. Though...

Added 18 May 2013 | Category Musings | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,910 | 8 Comments


I lie there, flat on my back, sore and disoriented. Blinking against the darkness, I begin to comprehend my surroundings but make no attempts to move yet, growing accustomed to the dull ache in my muscles. I've fallen into some sort of chasm, a deep and narrow gorge of essentially nothing but gravel and an inexplicable cold draft. Sheer rock faces rise up on either side of me, impressive...

Added 01 Dec 2012 | Category Musings | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,207 | 7 Comments

The Discussion Meeting

I stand at the end of the path for a moment, staring at the modest home before me. This is the place; this is the address I was given. I am not really sure what waits for me inside but I have a feeling that I was right to come here, that my friend was right to invite me. This aspect of his life had always sparked my curiosity but only now had I accepted his invitation to find out what it...

Added 08 Jun 2012 | Category Musings | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,298 | 4 Comments

Stockard Channing

There are worse things I could do than write a bad poem or two. I could write of love that I have known, love that I have lost. I could compare her (whoever she is) to some flower, some painting, or (heaven forbid) some summer’s day. I could tell of heartbreak and heartache and use some clever metaphor about the sea to express the turmoil my life is in. I could hide a cryptic...

Added 04 Jun 2012 | Category Poetry | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 925 | 7 Comments

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03 Mar 2019 00:30

Happy last day <3
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Happy Birthday from the team at Stories Space.
03 Mar 2015 00:30
Just stopping by to say hi
and leave
a lil'chocolate sweetness
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Happy Halloween!

31 Oct 2014 15:54
24 Jul 2014 09:07
Happy birthday!!!
03 Mar 2014 12:57
Happy Birthday from the team at Stories Space.
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30 Dec 2013 19:51
Hey Mr. Clum...stopping by to wish you a very Merry Christmas and all the best in the coming New Year...
24 Dec 2013 22:07
Merry Christmas
24 Dec 2013 19:33
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