Short Fiction and Poetry

DarkWinter Lit is excited to announce the names of the writers (in alphabetical order) who have been shortlisted by our judges [...]

In the year 7823 AD, Planet Earth was still blue when viewed from deep space. At that time, Dracula, the Eternal Grand Master of the Undead [...]

At eight, I found a knife nestled in the grass near the merry-go-round, after school. It must have winked at me, where I flew high on the swings.[...]

Sun rises lazy over bones of sagging rooftops, slowly burnishes the dust of Main Street, [...]

Irritated by his son’s unexpected phone call, Karl drove by night. It was past ten. Arriving at the dark, Pasadena bus station he saw no Eddie [...]

I arrived in Los Llanos de San Juan Bautista in a time of strong, dry winds, not warm, in the time before Easter. [...]

Crows pick at the bones of one of their kind. He is gazing at the stars, But with sightless eyes, [...]

This morning, I stepped out of the shower and felt a mild pain. A small, nagging, rash-like burning tickled me [...]

During my season in hell I ran into Rimbaud who I immediately called Rambo— and as he went for my throat, I blocked his hand [...]

The sun’s intensity was now shifting, almost horizontal, and the noon shadows—scarce as they were among stone ledgers and sand [...]