Paul Stewart

Joined March 2021

1340 stories

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Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.

The Accidental Poet - Poetry Collection out now!

Streams and Scratches in My Mind coming soon!

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The Opening Salvo - Dick Winchester, Book 1 by Stephen A. Roddewig in Review
Confession time, I have still to read the book version of The Opening Salvo, but will do so in good time and provide another review for it, based on that experience.
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in BookClub
Under Your Skin
Author pre-amble: Suggested listening while reading, to help set the mood and atmosphere, Reptile by Nine Inch Nails: Mel sat in her apartment, with the lights turned low and vanilla-scented candles twinkling around the room. She had been waiting all week for this evening.
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Filthy
An Appeal, A Warning
We interrupt normally scheduled programming for an intermission —a Public Service Broadcast— from everyone's most favourite/least favourite
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Poets
Not the Poster Boy of Sobriety
Let me be clear—I love my wife, deeply, and in all the ways I know how. That makes writing this all the more difficult. I’ve spoken before about my struggles with pornography and sex addiction—mostly online, never physical—but sharing it again still knots my stomach.
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Psyche
Seeded
random thoughts that come to light are never truly, that, or anything (sometimes I feel so consumed by self) like that, just random thoughts
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Poets
The Anatomy of a Slip
Tim gazed curiously at his reflection in the mirror, his moral slip weighing heavily on his already fractious mind. Laughter from beyond the bathroom pierced through flesh, sinew, muscle, and marrow—straight to his metaphysical conscience.
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Fiction
Anti-Septic. Top Story - April 2025.
so often when I feel like the dog I am I let my hair grow avoid the shower my convalescence is more like my reluctance
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Poets
Weight in Silence
silence always precedes — everything from the creation of everything to your last bowel movement a rumble in the sack
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Poets
Crestfallen I am Without the Fine Torso
We're all going to hell in a handbasket and you're paying the bills said the official aficionado to the fucking moron eating the pills
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Poets
In the Shadow of The Monolith
We all remember the day. The day "it" first appeared. It appeared on the horizon, on the edge of town, with no rhyme or reason for why it was there or even what it was.
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Fiction
My -ered Firmly Plast-
There is a steady and rambling, slowly meandering stream that runs alongside the road I envisioned in my dream at night, last night, to offer a slight but right—
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Poets
The Pull of The Glowing Red
From her bedroom window, the night sky, a watercolor painted by nature, dazzled her eyes as Rena drifted off to sleep She awoke, from her point of view, almost immediately in a strange yet familiar place. As a cloud drifted towards her, shrouding her in its cotton-candy, white majesty, she noted the moon was closer than it was before she closed her heavy eyelids.
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Fiction