Short Fiction and Poetry

“Choose one!” The entity’s voice was commanding. It reminded Oscar of his mother’s voice when she’d yelled at him to eat his beets. [...]

Alien. To me. Like the creature from that movie, perhaps destined for space, an otherworldly reptilian [...]

It is a peculiar quality of youth to believe that the world is arranged entirely for one’s own aesthetic consumption. We were seventeen [...]

A wide-faced, stocky man wearing a beard and a huge T-shirt reading “Still Thinking” pulled a squeaky red wagon down the hill towards Calvin.[...]

When Robert Jacobs opened his eyes that morning, he knew it would be his last. He wasn’t sick or in pain; he just knew. [...]

It’s always at this time of the year, when summer’s passage into winter starts. Everything changes when it gets cold and the day shortens. [...]

Alice was always asking Paul to scratch her back. She’d ask reflexively almost immediately after he sat down beside her on the couch. [...]

Where’s number six, the funeral director asks the young men before him. They shrug in unison. He’s always running late, one says. [...]

He became aware of two long fluorescent light panels and followed their march along the ceiling until he was stopped by double-doors. [...]

When Grace was four years old, she pulled a Korean facial mask from her Christmas stocking. “What’s this?” she asked [...]

Sebastian Prescott sat behind the vintage oak desk. The life insurance proceeds from his wife’s demise had finally been deposited [...]

You know what ‘vernissage’ means to me? Hunting. They’re always full of clueless collectors, ambitious artists and rich stupid nobodies[...]

Four children had gone missing. It happened quickly. Sixteen days before the end of school. Summer break fast approaching. [...]

Baxter House Editions is excited to announce the re-release of the compelling and timely novel Brown Girl in the Room by Priya Ramsingh!

Three nights in a row now, my little sister had tried to leap out the bedroom window. It wasn’t a big drop, but she'd have gotten hurt [...]

Robert Samp looks down at his hands. There is no blood, but he sees it anyway, like a daymare in technicolour. [...]

DarkWinter Lit is thrilled to announce that New Normal by Leonard Diepeveen was chosen as the winning entry in our 4th Anniversary Short Story Contest! [...]

From out of the silence of the vacant street came the sound of echoes. Not echoes of any discernible happening [...]

Jesse discovered the body during the apartment check. All the other areas were clear, and the walls, ceilings, and piping were intact, [...]

In the year 7823 AD, Planet Earth was still blue when viewed from deep space. At that time, Dracula, the Eternal Grand Master of the Undead [...]