Short Fiction and Poetry

It’s not that you loved her or felt she saw the best in you. It’s not that you’re sad she’s gone. It’s that she’s gone to Scott McConnell [...]

DarkWinter Press is thrilled to announce our latest release, the novel The Professional Mourner by Neil Randall [...]

A lad sits in shadow at a railway station waiting out the night, dreaming of ocean-deafened escapades, of tidesong. [...]

As they walked through the once-abandoned warehouse, the aromas that surrounded them changed. At the start of the process, there was a scent [...]

It was Friday, and while there had been many Fridays past and would be many more Fridays future, at the mansion [...]

Rain slicked the streets like oil under starlight, and three police cruisers screamed past the EZ-Mart[...]

The siblings don't know that Ma and Pa have brainwashed them for years, so they still sleep through the skin-sizzling, blinding light and, like bats, embrace the night [...]

Blackness became light, the cloud began to lift gradually, and the pain came hot and bright. Denise knew that she had been badly injured in the fall. [...]

Lottie Lynch and her gossip column ‘Loose Lips’ had quickly amassed a large following at the Daily Mirror newspaper, [...]

The apron I wore said Cupcake Queen, but it wasn’t mine. All my claims to royalty were long past.[...]

The week before we killed her the weather was terrible. Sideways rain seven days straight, and cold, so bloody cold. [...]

Becca's hands trembled as she reached for her phone. She had never done anything like this before.  The docile wife, the patient mother [...]

Hank drove his pickup and trailer into the hot-air balloon launching area on the outskirts of Santa Fe and cursed at an unseen stranger[...]

The listing had shown up in Dylan’s text messages this morning, sandwiched between an ad for cheap Viagra and a reminder from his bank [...]

"I just don't know what else to do with him," Mya said to her mother, exhausted from lack of sleep [...]

DarkWinter Press is thrilled to announce our latest release, the debut novella Peeling Apples by Alan Parry [...]

The dead always speak more clearly than the living, especially when you’re dreaming. It was after my father’s sudden death [...]

Don't breathe. Lock your eyes on it as you reach for the light, millimetre by grueling millimetre. It's there, it's there, it's...click[...]

The night train reflected the moonlight as it slithered through the landscape, a steel serpent whose dim lights flickered [...]

Every night he painted wide crosses on large canvases, and when he woke the next morning, a pale featureless figure would be stretched [...]