Short Fiction and Poetry

My mother’s request was not unreasonable. She wanted a fence. She wanted a fence to keep the dog in and the rabbits out. [...]

Spirit is the more accurate word, not poltergeist antics or hints of chill despite the frigidity which first formed. [...]

A young woman in a black calico dress with onyx-black hair knocked on our door. She was lithe, with slim lips and penetrating green eyes[..]

Tonight the goblin moon burns red And ghost clouds sail across the sky, As, one by one, the restless dead Go marching slowly by. [...]

When Trish placed the new key in the new lock and opened the old door, what she saw inside bore no resemblance to the home where [...]

DarkWinter Press is excited to announce our latest release, Still Some Crazy Summer Wind Coming Through by Brian Michael Barbeito! [...]

‘In Harbour City, Vancouver’s rusty town No-hoper Angels they got the place locked down Nobody can be certain if it ain’t just that...

Oh, it’s not as bad as all that. Lots of fresh air and exercise. We range at a leisurely pace, no one feels the need to get ahead. [...]

Blood and bone, heat and cars. And the dead are after me. Bonnie and Clyde, the Barrow Gang- so young, no glamour, just hard-scrabble [...]

The door hissed shut; the blitz of multi-coloured screens were locked out. Her feet squeaked as she came closer and beamed with light. [...]