Short Fiction and Poetry

Commotion came from every direction. Even the lights seemed loud. The city buzzed like it was hiding something. A secret. [...]

The sky was hazy. The sun shown straight down from above, piercing through the upper sky until it fairly burned [...]

It was the year we went decimal, the year of Apollo 14 and My Sweet Lord. It was the year Foxy Rogers didn’t come back to school. [...]

If anyone in Htou’s village had been familiar with the scientific method, they might’ve said she had a scientific mind. [...]

Most families have one, apparently. A person who is concerned with the visits, upkeep and well being of the family graves.[...]

It took several minutes for him to process the awesome sight of the massive Great Lakes freighter [...]

DarkWinter Press is excited to announce our latest release Beyond Hover: Dimensional Weaves by Janet Frances Lopes [...]

When the elevator doors slam open with a jarring jolt, you wonder if you should step inside, all alone. [...]

Every five months or so, the townsfolk begin to whisper. It starts with a missing woman or two, always a little too beautiful, [...]

The procession of gravestones is staring at me. That’s how it seems with not a soul about. I scan the horizon, a site littered with trees. [...]

It was that transitory time of year, the few weeks buffering the snow’s disappearance and the sun’s incessant climb north. [...]

My Apple MacBook Air's power cord was worn and needed duct tape. So I took it to the Apple Store and explained my situation. [...]

The abandoned train station was cool and dark, the floor a mosaic of papers and trash, the old ticket counter covered in a thick blanket[...]

Darryl Carbone looked out into the fog that enveloped the ship as she sailed through the Grand Banks. He sighed as he addressed the captain. [...]

DarkWinter Press is excited to announce the authors and their books that we've secured as of now for the remainder of 2025 until Fall 2026!

‘See you down there then - the old stepping stones?’ You jerk your chin in that direction, rough stubble looking patchy and immature. [...]

Claire knew that she should have been on the subway heading home hours ago. Darleen, the manager of the group home where she lived [...]

'd been a real mess since my bad trip, approaching something like drug-induced psychosis. The world turned slanted more often than not [...]

Liam waddled to the outlet, his plastic fork in his hands, diaper sagging with waste. He poked the holes with his fingers. [...]

The skinny dude under a wool cap entered the Chevalier Wine Cellar at 8:55 p.m. and stopped at the first cash register [...]