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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Unfinished
Once upon a time, not so long ago, in a kingdom full of bright green meadows and sprawling, densely packed forestry. Smaller villages and towns lined the rough roads that intertwined towards the castle. All roads indeed led to Castle Muckle Glaikit. The proud Unbarmherzig royal family had inhabited the castle for many centuries. Although generally well liked, King Eroberer, Queen Eitel, and their children—Prince Tumb and Princess Verderblich—were respected accordingly.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Fiction
Muscle Memory
Dark Memoirs - Index Sentimentality is a curse. Apatheia (Freedom from Emotion). The goal of Diogenes. Intense sentimental attachments do not make for betterment in this mortal coil. Whether it is to objects, places, or especially, people, it breeds vulnerability to suffering and loss.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Chapters
Dark Memoirs - Index
Dark Memoirs is a serial fiction told in fragments, tracing a life organised around control, absence, and method. Each chapter stands alone while contributing to a larger design, where sentiment yields to process and belief hardens into routine. This is not a story of revelation, but of refinement—of what remains when meaning erodes and nothing leaves a trace.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Horror
A Necessary Absence
Dark Memoirs - Index It feels like the right time to talk about the one who got away. That lover from high school you thought you’d grow old with, the white-picket-fence life already imagined. A fumbled fuck behind the bike shed, bright-eyed and convinced it would become the romance of the century. Romeo and Juliet, without the feuding families or the suicide.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Chapters
Close Enough
Dark Memoirs - Index "And at last, becoming a complete misanthrope, he used to live, spending his time in walking about the mountains; feeding on grasses and plants, and in consequence of these habits, he was attacked by the dropsy, and so then he returned to the city, and asked the physicians, in a riddle, whether they were able to produce a drought after wet weather. And as they did not understand him, he shut himself up in a stable for oxen, and covered himself with cow-dung, hoping to cause the wet to evaporate from him, by the warmth that this produced. And as he did himself no good in this way, he died, having lived seventy years;" - Diogenes of Sinope
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Chapters
