Paul Stewart
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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 Count and The Psycho. Content Warning.
As quickly as his eyes open, sensing his coffin being prised open by his enemies, the great count fears his time has come. However, just as Van Helsing is about to stab a stake through his heart and decapitate the wretched bloodsucker, a strange mist surrounds them all, much like the strange mist that the Count transforms into, though not of his doing this time.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Paul Stewart's "Unnerve, Unsettle, And Scare Me" Challenge
I've been wanting to run my own little unofficial challenge for a long time now, following in the footsteps of so many of you that have run your own. Now, I've finally put together something that I believe will be a lot of fun.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Writers
Welcome to My World of Fiction
Welcome to The Wonderful World of My Fiction Following the lead of many other great creators on Vocal, I've decided to start indexing all my work to make it easier to find and read. As I have quite an extensive collection, there is no way I would be able to put it all into one page. So, I'll start with my fiction work. It's less than my collection of poems and as my fiction generally recieves less reads and engagement, maybe this will encourage people to have a look at more.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Writers
The Box . Content Warning.
When Lyra came home from her morning jog through the forest, she got herself a glass of water and some ice from the freezer as she always did and came to the lounge. She was surprised to see a tattered, old box on her expensive, antique wooden coffee table with glass paneling.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Horror
Meaniac
To an outsider, especially one without a big, loud and proud family, visiting the Lombardi household for Sunday dinner must have been a strange experience. The children were allowed to, almost encouraged to run riot around the place. They would run around their Nonna's home and treat it like their own assualt course. Jumping over and onto couches, rolling and crawling under tables and sneaking up on unsuspecting family members to attack-cuddle and scare them. Really, they were doing anything they could to be little menaces, without actually hurting anyone or damaging anything deliberately.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
