Short Fiction and Poetry

An innocent transposition was usually to blame, a hastily written figure. [...]

Jenny filed a complaint against her manager on Monday afternoon and was out of a job by Thursday evening. “They can’t do that,” Frank said. [...]

DarkWinter Press is thrilled to announce our latest release, the dark suspense novel London Gothic by Ed Seaward! [...]

If I were Land’s End, you would be John o’ Groats. This is not how it began, we were as inseparable as fish and chips [...]

It is a Wednesday holiday this year. Frankie hates when a stat falls on a week day other than Friday or Monday. She loves a good long weekend. [...]

Janna was a downtown parking garage attendant who hadn’t ended up in the job, she’d chosen it. The world was her oyster [...]

Each empty storefront tells a secret story ...of investment lost, illusions shattered. Each for sale/rent sign tells a hidden story [...]

I don’t remember much about the worst of it. The first memory I have of them was at about five years old. My dad locked the front door [...]

Count on that as truth with a capital T. Just as you have lost your mother’s laugh, the timbre of your father crying. [...]

I walk at dawn the forest trail, I cherish time alone to be with nature as it wakes, it’s here I feel at home. [...]