Paul Stewart

Joined March 2021

1370 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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Paul and John's 47-Words Short Story Unofficial Challenge. Top Story - March 2026.
UPDATE - Republished to update the list of entries, with the 40 we've had so far. Completely smashed last unofficial challenge which recieved 31 entries. And there is still time. If you have yet to enter and fancy winning a bit of money or just challenging yourself or both or just making two old geezers job harder - please enter!
By Paul Stewartabout 17 hours ago in Writers
Burning Eye
eat the sun, eat her whole— the most powerful force in our universe, healer and destroyer . encircle her, blind her with your body—
By Paul Stewarta day ago in Poets
Three Words Burned
Welcome to the sex… The note was unclear. But I went through the doors anyway. To a purple room. The air felt wrong. Like it was cut off before it reached my mouth.
By Paul Stewart5 days ago in Fiction
A Slow News Day
I long for a slow news day. You know the kind. - A story about a dog that behaves like a person. A day when death and destruction are treated as serious events, not constant background noise.
By Paul Stewart6 days ago in Poets
Ashtray Regrets
She had high hopes. Promises of potential. "Potential to be - someone." But high hopes and trauma don't mix. Regrets and ashtray full of smoked-out blunts.
By Paul Stewart6 days ago in Fiction
The Black Scotland I Never Knew. Top Story - March 2026.
As most will know who follow my work, I’m rather fond of being Scottish. While it’s not a kind of horrific patriotism that puts other nations down, it is a sense of pride that I was born here.
By Paul Stewart7 days ago in Humans
Above the Blood-Red Sky
My dear, snivelling, wretched Robert Montague, Why did you flee by daylight—for “freedom”? Freedom in a straitjacket, behind locked doors? The doctors would have you believe you are safe from the monsters in your mind.
By Paul Stewart9 days ago in Fiction
A Kind of Stillness. Content Warning.
As spiders crawl upon your skin do you wince or lie still awake at twilight as spindles spin lacy traps across your window
By Paul Stewart10 days ago in Fiction
Velvet Sins . Content Warning.
As spiders crawl upon your skin Do you wince or whine Lie awake at twilight as spindles Spin lacy traps Across your window
By Paul Stewart12 days ago in Poets
Beneath the Blood-Red Sky
Dearest Count, I am afraid to tell you that I will not be able to fulfil my duties. I had thought I would kneel at your feet as you darkened the bright city lights of London with your terror, feasting upon the crimson sustenance so readily offered by wench and gentleman alike.
By Paul Stewart12 days ago in Fiction
A Swallae Less . Content Warning.
It was another heavy day of drinking and divebombing mentally before my funeral pyre of unopened bills and unread newspapers in the trashcan I call my alfresco fire or chiminea. I didn't have to pay B&Q prices either.
By Paul Stewart12 days ago in Fiction
Mors Invicta: Remembered Only as Footnotes
Unsheathed, my blade shone like the moon on the darkest eve as the sun rose above me. Though it had yet to meet the entrails of the beasts that threatened peace and sanity, my hands were bathed in the blood of legions.
By Paul Stewart15 days ago in Fiction