Short Fiction and Poetry

I am your boy, he said to the photograph at the end of the hallway. Wooden boards creaking, Deckard leaned his head on the wall. [...]

I was gifted to the council in sweetgrass, my ribs displayed finely in the October sun. This child had been birthed from the corroded artery, [...]

Harsh, high-piercing cry of the Black Crow. Crow stares, eyes never blink. Peck…peck breaks apart weakened skin. Don’t wear that hat. [...]

DarkWinter Press is thrilled to announce our latest release, the short story collection The Wreckhouse by Christopher Butt!

Dominus burst through the wooden door as only a dark lord can. Or rather, he burst the door, the wood splintering into a thousand pieces [...]

I recognize you in the lines you place on paper in the words you recite to an audience in the hopes you express for creating community [...]

My family and I sat in the futuristic Vespertine restaurant in Los Angeles on a Sunday evening. [...]

Hi, my name is Rosemarie, who are you? We replied hi to the amiable woman Who then moved her beach chair closer to ours. [...]

My twin sister Kate and I figured that Stepma would be long gone by our birthday on November 28. Our stepmother couldn’t put up with Dad [...]

Best let bygone days be just that, Bye, gone! Lost in the fire from the crash of the car, All our albums up in flames [...]