Short Fiction and Poetry

It looked like a normal Henry, only in black. Same tub-shaped vacuum cleaner, with the same friendly smile and upward looking eyes [...]

Alister McNeal stood close to the roulette table. This was his fourth visit to the newly opened casino. His fists dug into his side. [...]

I was there the day Meena and Batoul brought Said into the women’s hammam, carrying him between them in an enormous plastic bucket. [...]

In the night, two blue orbs hovered above Boe’s bed. The snakes were watching. What did they want? In the morning, Boe crouched outside [...]

Emma’s baby cousin, Becky, is an extraterrestrial on earth. Emma has known this since Becky’s birth and intends to prove it today, [...]

Again, Mary Maker's hands tore apart the layered ribs of my cardboard promises. Her lips embered breaths swelled within me [...]

Experts say stars create complex carbon-based molecules that propel into space. They float about and occasionally find their way to planets

“Sarah, you know I can’t watch the apocalypse without my morning coffee,” Jack said as he stumbled into the kitchen. [...]

“Thanks so much for stopping for me,” the out-of-breath woman panted as she stumbled up the steps of the bus [...]

The ‘Glub-Glub’ was something that filled my mind with horror tonight. It had been swallowing at various intervals throughout my sleepless hours [...]

On these steps, on the third step to be precise, it's the best place to observe what's going on.  First, it's a location in perfect balance. [...]

At the end of the Overseas Highway lies the island city of Key West. Where, at the Manatee Bar and Grill overlooking Key West Bight, I sat sipping and savouring a Mojito [...]

The car almost hits me. I say “the car.” I should really say “the man driving the car” or even just “the man.” [...]

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 [...]