Short Fiction and Poetry

Blackness became light, the cloud began to lift gradually, and the pain came hot and bright. Denise knew that she had been badly injured in the fall. [...]

Lottie Lynch and her gossip column ‘Loose Lips’ had quickly amassed a large following at the Daily Mirror newspaper, [...]

The apron I wore said Cupcake Queen, but it wasn’t mine. All my claims to royalty were long past.[...]

The week before we killed her the weather was terrible. Sideways rain seven days straight, and cold, so bloody cold. [...]

Becca's hands trembled as she reached for her phone. She had never done anything like this before.  The docile wife, the patient mother [...]

Hank drove his pickup and trailer into the hot-air balloon launching area on the outskirts of Santa Fe and cursed at an unseen stranger[...]

The listing had shown up in Dylan’s text messages this morning, sandwiched between an ad for cheap Viagra and a reminder from his bank [...]

"I just don't know what else to do with him," Mya said to her mother, exhausted from lack of sleep [...]

DarkWinter Press is thrilled to announce our latest release, the debut novella Peeling Apples by Alan Parry [...]

The dead always speak more clearly than the living, especially when you’re dreaming. It was after my father’s sudden death [...]

Don't breathe. Lock your eyes on it as you reach for the light, millimetre by grueling millimetre. It's there, it's there, it's...click[...]

The night train reflected the moonlight as it slithered through the landscape, a steel serpent whose dim lights flickered [...]

Every night he painted wide crosses on large canvases, and when he woke the next morning, a pale featureless figure would be stretched [...]

It was Di’s friend Marnie who introduced her to her colleague,  Rupert. ‘Oh you’ll love him,’ Marnie enthused. [...]

My ex-boyfriend sits at the edge of my marital king-size bed. Finn looks exactly the same as the last time I saw him, except, [...]

I was awakened by the sound of someone driving nails into the lid of my coffin. Quite rude – a girl’s got to have her beauty sleep. [...]

“She has some nerve, Claire,” Sebastian said. Sebastian sat across from me in the booth [...]

They were left there to wither in the cold and wet like a metaphor for their love.  Once fresh and beautiful, now dark and wilted. [...]

I drifted aimlessly among the familiar-faced strangers for as long as I could. I needed to get away from the cacophony of voices [...]

It’s a cold evening. I enter the double doors of the brick building and rub my hands together to warm them with my breath. [...]