Paul Newson

A photographer destined to direct, and a storyteller working to better himself.

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Paul Newson

A photographer destined to direct, and a storyteller working to better himself.

Writings

Followers

Following

Getting My Tail UnTucked

Paul Newson

1 min read

The way he yells at me, the particular anger with which he is able to conjure up is quite fascinating. As I sit in my shell of an existence and observe this peculiar little boy it saddens me how much his manhood weighs him down. Why does he think he must make me afraid of him to listen, why must he roar command after command. Does he hate me, no, I think he hates himself. I think if he could screa...

Drama

The Lookout

Paul Newson

1 min read

I don’t know what normal is for certain. Just like I don’t know what keeps my Dad so busy, but I know it’s not normal. I know I feel like I should be playing with kids outside, but instead I’m playing with my sister in the, ‘… safety of our own home,’ my dad says.

But my life never feels safe and on my dads errands that he runs in the late late hours is when I feel the most at danger. He usually ...

Drama

Let There Be Light

Paul Newson

1 min read

Dear Diary,

I had a brilliant idea, that I’ve always known about, but decided to execute today, the others were quite impressed with it and agreed I should move forward with its creation. I appreciate how they pretend like they don’t already know, I always love that about them. So this something, that we had created out of nothing, was simply just miraculous to watch take form, but also exactly ...

Adventure

Fantasy

Rebuild

Paul Newson

1 min read

You were the dealer at the table

To which I gambled my life away

Until I was dead broke

No more vices left to spend

No more benders left to bend

All the hearts around me broken

They needed time to mend

Stripped of it all

I rebuilt from scratch

Making sure there was nothing in me that I lack

And as I sit at this table, look it’s my vices

You’ve come back,

But I no longer need you....

Poetry

Drama

The Last Straw

Paul Newson

1 min read

She told me never again

And wouldn’t you know it

There goes caution blowing in the wind

I don’t want to lose you friend

But she told me never again

What’s one more time, one more error

Blind and naive I couldn’t see any clearer

Downgraded her promise to a threat

But she didn’t forget

She told me never again

I couldn’t keep it together

Pain at the wheel

Speeding down the wrong road

Drove me r...

Poetry

Futoiletism

Paul Newson

1 min read

“Babe, it’s time to run the kids to school they’re gonna be late!”, my wife said angrily, as I tap tap tapped on the glass of my iPhone. I have no idea how much longer I’m actually going to take, you can’t rush the genius pouring out into your Daily Prompt or the shit coming out the other end. To restore calm to the aggravated love of my life I yell through the door, “I just need five more minutes...

Drama

Humour

Fear Your Peer

Paul Newson

1 min read

“Hmmm, if you think I’m guilty, if your mind is made up, I challenge you to ask yourself. When did you make your mind up about my innocence? At what point exactly? I want you to pinpoint the moment when you heard enough, the moment you were pushed beyond any reasonable doubt that I was guilty. Or was it in fact when you walked in this room and saw me looking upset, as some kind of falsely perceive...

Crime, mystery & thriller

Humour

Best Answer Wins

Paul Newson

1 min read

Tic toc, tic toc

No one’s exempt from a problem to solve

Tic toc, tic toc

One year to study fervently

Tic toc, tic toc

Two minutes til pencils on desk, work urgently!

Tic Toc, Tic toc

Three questions left, best guess on the rest

Tic toc, tic toc

Four minutes left in the room to reflect and regret

Tic toc, Tic toc

Five days to wait for the results you’ll detest

Tic toc, tic toc

Six people ch...

Poetry

Crime, mystery & thriller

Simon Says…

Paul Newson

2 min read

I hear Simon say, “Get up!” As abruptly as the dawn comes and goes in the morning.

Although I was furious, begrudgingly, I got up anyway. Uncertain, and hurt, I begin to state my displeasure with his aggressive tone. As my courage brings my mouth ajar, Simon says, “Pack your bags, and wipe this place down, I mean everything.”

Whatever I was about to say to Simon, I completely forg...

Crime, mystery & thriller

Pet Peeves: An Inheritance

Paul Newson

1 min read

Thinking about my pet peeves

None of them are mine

Faults of mine exalted

Were then imprisoned by my shame

My pets and I are bound together

ball and chain...

Poetry