Short Fiction and Poetry

I'll be forsaken like long buried hordes Fading to dust in their derelict graves To burden the living, a bothersome corpse [...]

No one predicted what took place since the saboteur's mentally-anguished mission didn’t match the mellow aura circling them. [...]

Every Sunday I walk to church, about a mile away and back again, of course. When I leave the house my parents are still asleep [...]

She pulled back the blinds, Looked to the street below. He was there, staring up, [...]

dog as in                                              animal. as in thing with the capacity to hurt. good only when rewarded [...]

She finds me on the precipice of sleep— her icy fingers grip my mind and melt it into pools of nightmares and try to drown me in them. [...]

Out of the warmth and into the night where most would feel only fright I stroll my way [...]

Eight bars around the block—soon to be nine Abandoned Saturday morning—this street of mine [...]

An Edison bulb is nostalgia, swinging like a disjointed eyeball. Slubbed grease toes, maintenance of viper pronged gastrointestinal gears. [...]

The water moved so fast as it hurled itself  over the upper falls. The rapids were of which I had never seen.  The majestic power [...]

Under cover of night A cold chill ensuing; Something wasn’t Quite right, [...]

DarkWinter Literary Magazine is thrilled to announce our 2025 Best Of The Net nominees! [...]

I listen to dark jazz In the shadows and corners Of my mind Its unrelenting beat Thrums against my sanity [...]

“It’s all about balance,” Shirlene said, Tying the surgical cord around Her arm, with Trembling fingers [...]

Living among the beach gulls, the turtles crawling back into the ocean are torches battling the salty wind [...]

Sure, an oyster holds secrets but I own an oyster knife. I can read that thought every morning in my lover's eyes as I wake her [...]

Let t be time, a linear axis—or so we believe. Yet time does not move forward; it folds: [...]

Why does your ghost attach itself to me What raving aching delights it so To lick at my fingers in fever’s chill [...]

DarkWinter Press is thrilled to announce our latest release, the poetry collection Quantum, by Irina Moga [...]

We fell into pauper’s tears, into the crime of shadows We fell deeply like wells without wall [...]