Short Fiction and Poetry

The winter gale blew against the cottage, whistling through the cracks and causing the flames of the fire to dance like the devil. [...]

In Poland, I have a cousin who lives in an old Soviet bloc, and on the outside you'd think ruin, [...]

I buried my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in honey and blooming yeast; a waft of piss, rising from the squirrel in her hands[...]

Fae Magic is Fierce We fall as one —crushing bluebells like bloodied lips —wrapped in convolvulus —grasping hibiscus shoots —flying. Fae...

The river was murmuring, tinkling like suspended crystal droplets glinting in the silvery light, slowly meandering, pushing onwards [...]

Moon, a smoky melt pasted. Hangs. Wavers. Last night flashes. Cool smell in dry grass. Northern lands so warm. [...]

DarkWinter Lit is excited to announce the writers who have been shortlisted for our Poetry and Short Story 2nd Anniversary competition [...]

an owl watches there. what does it know? it must have seen all things. the trees are high and water flows at the bottom after long paths[..]

I stumble over graves, crushing flowers with my heels. The sun fades into the hills, gates scheduled to lock at the first hint of night [..]

solitude shines in the blade of a knife ornate patterns carved into the handle an alluring thing i grasp a piece of beauty [...]