Short Fiction and Poetry

The moon hangs low upon the night sky, round and saturated with hues of orange, pink and red. You can see it everywhere, [...]

Sunlight flicks the pineal switch and The Clever Boy roils out of bed slipping unseen past the Scylla and Charybdis [...]

The machine gun fire from the drones was so intense I couldn’t get my head up to see if the enemy was advancing. [...]

DarkWinter Press is excited to announce our latest release, the ekphrastic poetry collection Hopper by Steve Denehan!

The road East today was empty. My blue Pontiac was the only car on the dark road. Winter fog hung in the air [...]

Lost deep in the woods of Algonquin Park, they follow a curling thread of smoke, their last hope before nightfall. The air hums [...]

Reading the document one more time, I knew it was done. It was as good as I would be able to get it. I probably would make it worse [...]

The air smelled like rust and salt the day the storm warnings came. In Asheville, North Carolina, where the Appalachian ridges fold [...]

It didn’t happen often; sometimes a decade or more would pass, and it never was in the same location: Cold, clammy winds [...]

When I escape this Nightmare, I’ll be onto the next. Nothing ever changes, not for the better. I wonder why I hope.[...]