Short Fiction and Poetry

I’m awake, but why is it dark? Am I really awake? Yes, I am. But I can’t see anything. What’s going on? I feel bandages around my head [...]

You scream into the Void All the pain never said But you scream it all the same [...]

It’s nights like this when Earth’s dark and serene, I sink into its inky swell of anonymity. [...]

Gerald plucked two pieces of toast from the toaster, buttered both, and spread two dabs of peanut butter across them. [...]

DarkWinter Lit is excited to announce our inaugural Best Of The Net nominees for 2023! [...]

The room smelled of granite dust and pigeon shit, that and the subtle scent of rotten eggs. “Brimstone,” said the old man [...]

I place my suitcases on the doorstep. Home sweet home. But I am here for a reason that is far from sweet. Had never thought I’d be coming...

Ninety-seven. That's the number of times he's apologised to people for the things he's done. He wrote them all down, counted them. [...]

The strawberries taste of dead people. I imagine, when they burst with flavour on my tongue, that I can taste the bone ash [...]

They told me dying would be just like falling asleep; they lied. I’m not tired. My entire body aches [...]