Short Fiction and Poetry

When he heard the sled dog speak to him through the wind, Eriksen thought he’d lost his mind. “You’re safe, Sir. Rescue is on the way.”[..]

In a holding cell unlike anything on Earth Enrico #29091901 and other human detainees Patiently await voluntary sterilisation [...]

Introducing Baxter House Editions, the reprint division of DarkWinter Press! Read more about this exciting new venture here! [...]

I am who nature needed me to be.       Humble beginnings— a nomadic misfit living outdoors, perpetually hungry [...]

Hammy was not in his cage. Denise looked everywhere—in the plastic cave, under the lettuce leaves, behind the pile of sticks. No Hammy. [...

DarkWinter Press is excited to announce our latest release, Vikki C.'s poetry collection, Where Sands Run Finest. [...]

Belly-down, torso twisting, spiraling sculptural lines— initiating ideas: pantomime, plastic movement, stage deportment. [...]

in the early hours, when my mind is switched on like the night light in my bedroom, i ask myself why you left me. [...]

I arrived at the gate, only a little bit flustered, as I still had 20 minutes before boarding my flight to Narita. [...]

Opening the door to the tavern Rotten royal scent fuming from the neck of an empty bourbon flask. [...]