Paul Stewart
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Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
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scratches in my mind - streams of dreams and anxieties
when thoughts flow upstream as dreams, we try to catch; hold worries flow downstream * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: Here is another entry into my long-running senryu series "scratches in my mind". I really should do a pillar post thing for it so I can gather them all together.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
The Old Note and The Sea
It was one of those days. In my little boat with the sea air filling my lungs. I was at peace. Wait, no. I’d been in the stuffy, suffocating office for hours. Pointless meetings about pointless stats and memos about “office supplies misuse”. Who’d be a stickler for staples and paper clips? Oh, I know. Moron Alan. Yes, Moron Alan capitalised for emphasis. The guy needs a life. But then. So do I. Since mother died after a long, soul-destroying battle with dementia, life felt heavy.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
The Rule of the Door
There was only one rule: Don't open the door. Sounds fun, right? This provides a huge dilemma for me, though, as I’m not a fan of rules. I understand that rules exist to create order. There are some rules I follow, even uphold, while there are others I question. Often asking myself, “What’s the motive behind someone’s rule?” Take this rule for instance—why has someone said, “Don’t open the door”?
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Horror
The Only Rule - What Would You Do?. Content Warning.
"There was only one rule: Don't open the door." As you walk through a dense forest with your best friend, the leaves and overgrown grass rustle softly in the breeze. A warm, welcoming glow pours from the windows of a small thatched cottage up ahead. The inviting smell of freshly baked bread fills your lungs, but something feels off. You exchange uneasy glances as the woman’s warning at the forest entrance echoes in your mind.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Horror
...Another for the Shadows
"There was only one rule: don't open the door." Mortimer Savage, the haybale of a man who confronted me as I entered the little shack before he locked the door, told me with all the grace expected from a nightwatchman on too much Nyquil. He had a loud baby pink jumpsuit, similar to the King's in his heyday, and a quiff a mouse could ski jump from. He didn't say much, which meant the man would likely get a one-star Airbnb review. But his charm was wearing thin, so I was pleased he disappeared. I needed money, and what was the worst that could happen?
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Horror
The Numbers Don't Look Good, But That's Not a Bad Thing
I've got to tell you all I've considered the numbers, and they are not looking very good. I am not a fan of numbers at the best of times, so don't expect a full-on dissection of just how bad the numbers are. We will briefly discuss that and then move on.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Writers
