Paul Stewart
Bio
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
The Accidental Poet - Poetry Collection is now available!
https://paulspoeticprints.etsy.com
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Stories (707/0)
Cradling Entropy
Author's Notes: To keep you on your feet, and cos I'm not feeling well (yep, I'm repeating that lol!) I am doing some preamble rather than postamble. I do not apologise for the clickbaity type title and subtitle. This is another Abecedarian that's been lying around digitally in my WIP/down the back of the digital sofa for way too long. So out into the world it goes.
By Paul Stewarta day ago in Poets
Waxy Magic Sticks
Waxy Magic Sticks Look, See! Glorious Colours! Boundless Creativity * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: I am feeling crappy...we are feeling crappy. I wanted to put something out that was quite positive. By quite positive...I obviously meant...really very very positive lol. This is another entry into Mr Fromm's awesome challenge - here are the details:
By Paul Stewarta day ago in Poets
Shame Won't Wash Away
a square of fabric can wash away dirt and stains but not the deep shame * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: This is another entry into Matthew Fromm's great little challenge, which you can find out more about below. Basically, take a mundane object and write a 5-7-5 poem about it.
By Paul Stewart2 days ago in Poets
Blood Red
Red, the girl with flaming locks and the palest flesh, was well-known throughout the village and beyond as the kind of person who kept herself to herself. She had been pursued by many different people, who were interested in making Red their wife. She was not the settling down type, was the reason she gave for each new suitor and suitress. Aside from her Gramma and her job delivering baked goods and treats from the local bakery, no-one could understand her stance.
By Paul Stewart5 days ago in Fiction
Ewan the Elf and The Shoemakers
There once was a shoemaker who was down on his luck. Business had been slow, and his health was waning. His wife tried to keep things afloat. She worked through the night to cover their orders. One night as she worked on a large order of shoes, she started to feel drowsy and collapsed in the workshop.
By Paul Stewart6 days ago in Fiction
Just One Defining, Defiling Minute
Come with me and you will see a world of pure humiliation. As the school bell sounded loudly throughout the modern structure, reverberating off the walls, ceilings and floors as armies of students rushed to their classrooms, one stood out, even from afar.
By Paul Stewart6 days ago in Fiction