Short Fiction and Poetry

DarkWinter Press is thrilled to announce our latest release, the novel The Professional Mourner by Neil Randall [...]

Do  memories  lie forgotten,  buried deep beneath some foreign plot of soil? [...]

A lad sits in shadow at a railway station waiting out the night, dreaming of ocean-deafened escapades, of tidesong. [...]

As they walked through the once-abandoned warehouse, the aromas that surrounded them changed. At the start of the process, there was a scent [...]

Liam and Mick had hatched a plan. They needed some cash for they were broke. They used to care for an older man who’d died that day of a massive stroke. [...]

It was Friday, and while there had been many Fridays past and would be many more Fridays future, at the mansion [...]

Rain slicked the streets like oil under starlight, and three police cruisers screamed past the EZ-Mart[...]

To look at me is to know I shouldn’t and don’t want to be here, [...]

The siblings don't know that Ma and Pa have brainwashed them for years, so they still sleep through the skin-sizzling, blinding light and, like bats, embrace the night [...]

Blackness became light, the cloud began to lift gradually, and the pain came hot and bright. Denise knew that she had been badly injured in the fall. [...]