Short Fiction and Poetry

Detonate is as good a word as any, good, say, as kiss, usually less personal but delivering as much feeling—[...]

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[...]

We name the hurricanes and columns of winds. What will I tell this little breeze who asks why we have no name for it. [...]

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[...]

If you ask ten or thirty people whom they hate, they say they've never hated anyone. So why don't people shoot up when the chair says: [...]

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