Short Fiction and Poetry

DarkWinter Press is thrilled to announce our latest release, the poetry collection Smatterings of Cerulean by Susan Richardson [...]

My ex-boyfriend sits at the edge of my marital king-size bed. Finn looks exactly the same as the last time I saw him, except, [...]

Today I am held at arm’s length from my dreams. The fog envelops the velvet hand that holds them up to an invisible sun. [...]

I was awakened by the sound of someone driving nails into the lid of my coffin. Quite rude – a girl’s got to have her beauty sleep. [...]

“She has some nerve, Claire,” Sebastian said. Sebastian sat across from me in the booth [...]

They were left there to wither in the cold and wet like a metaphor for their love.  Once fresh and beautiful, now dark and wilted. [...]

A corpse came out to play, unknowing.  Today he plays the part of a man,  he doesn't need shoes where he's going. [...]

I drifted aimlessly among the familiar-faced strangers for as long as I could. I needed to get away from the cacophony of voices [...]

It’s a cold evening. I enter the double doors of the brick building and rub my hands together to warm them with my breath. [...]

The figure sits centered in the middle of the painting, the idea of an easy chair floating around her, a woman with chin in hand [...]