Short Fiction and Poetry

My mother is, erm, was obsessed with hygiene. She never ate street food or sat on a pavement beside a busy road. [...]

“I have no more tears to shed, no more words to utter ever… I have no more tears to shed, no more words to utter ever…” [...]

Julie had been a professional house sitter for more than twenty years. Although she’d had a few scares [...]

Last night, I felt her heart give out. Four and half thousand miles away, I felt it. Hers or mine? Hard to tell in this thick-chill kept at bay [...]

DarkWinter Press is thrilled to announce our latest release, the short story collection Dark Thoughts & Other Stories by Hope Thompson [...]

Sunflowers surround me. Thousands of golden faces stare past me, oblivious to my presence. A solitary human being holds no meaning for them. [...]

I am your boy, he said to the photograph at the end of the hallway. Wooden boards creaking, Deckard leaned his head on the wall. [...]

DarkWinter Press is thrilled to announce our latest release, the short story collection The Wreckhouse by Christopher Butt!

Dominus burst through the wooden door as only a dark lord can. Or rather, he burst the door, the wood splintering into a thousand pieces [...]

My family and I sat in the futuristic Vespertine restaurant in Los Angeles on a Sunday evening. [...]

My twin sister Kate and I figured that Stepma would be long gone by our birthday on November 28. Our stepmother couldn’t put up with Dad [...]

“So, tell me Jeremy, me old son, what are you doing these days to keep the lights on? Still at the brokerage?” [...]

In the cloistered confines of the backyard of the home I grew up in there was an oblong spot on the ground where no grass would grow [...]

It’s noon at Bloor and Spadina, in Toronto, and out of the corner of my eye, I spot Devin waiting at the pedestrian crosswalk. [...]

DarkWinter Press is thrilled to announce our latest release, the intriguing and mysterious story of Harold Koenig by Chris Klassen [...]

A man stands in front of the liquor shop along Karanga Happy Road. Under the light, I notice the fierce tattoos on his face. [...]

The booking is for the honeymoon suite but she arrives alone, signs the register as Annaliese Müller [...]

The lights go on and a man in a sky-blue sports jacket and black pants comes out onto the stage holding a microphone. He waits for extensive applause[...]

The cake was purchased from Gladwell’s Bakery on Queen’s Street. The shop had a pastel pink front door and a window display adorned with strawberry-filled pastries[...]

In a dimly lit room, the lute player twists the strings at the head of his instrument. Six more people are seated around him at the dinner table. [...]