Short Fiction and Poetry

Your soul resembles distant horizons. Like burning stars abandoned between dawn and dusk, the evening skies are as heavy as your heart.[...]

DarkWinter Press is excited to announce our latest release, the short story collection Fringes of Grey by Lene MacLeod! [...]

While the false teeth chatter in the man’s tired mouth. . . Oh, what a world! the old woman says to no one in particular [...]

Elly held the framed photo to her chest. After a few tears, she set his picture back into the cardboard box. [...]

He said I caught his eye and wouldn’t let go after the rain that June afternoon. He saw my sparkle and watched me flutter [...]

People are always surprised when they first get to hell. Not just for the obvious reasons, either. [...]

I’m thinking of a number between one and ten. It gives me something to think about. [...]

No, you’re being daft. Of course, the tomb lid hasn’t moved! What a macabre thing to say as we walk past the graveyard [...]

in the suburban fields of my archetypal childhood there arose strange shudders of unintended violence [...]

God works in mysterious ways. The Devil—Satan, Beelzebub, the Antichrist, whatever you wish to call him—does not. [...]