Short Fiction and Poetry

When I was young and alone and struggling through winter’s wallows, I used to lie on the couch and watch the ice miner [...]

The room is painfully cryptic; outside, the street dissolves into night, shadow and light spills through the window. [...]

I’ve lost my stoned alien, but I am over my panic attack. I realize it’s later than I’d thought, virtually the middle of the night. [...]

The road lay behind him in the darkness. Parents, little brother, neighbours and classmates all asleep. No one to watch him go. It was unsettling [...]

In the dark New Orleans night, Marta Novak left the university library and trudged across campus toward their apartment. [...]

DarkWinter Press is thrilled to announce our latest release, the thrilling science fiction adventure, Conflict: Mars by Gordon K. Jones [...]

Walt Granger was dead. Funeral felt like a union meeting, just better beer, and nobody bitching about payroll. [...]

I had undergone the procedure three times before we gave up: hormone injections, egg extraction, incubation. Those were tense times. [...]

He stumbled and pitched forward, shooting out his left hand. And though he stopped himself from going face first into the gully muck [...]

No mother should have to bury her child, but it will be fine, I tell myself. I make arrangements. [...]

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. [...]