Short Fiction and Poetry

A lemon rolls down the aisle of church. The Monseigneur bends down to pick it up. The lemon is as blinding yellow as a banana from space[..]

I don’t remember how we met. Everyone says it was in preschool, but I couldn’t tell you what we said to each other [...]

Arthritis and aging make it hard, I walk gingerly, with a cane, and walk slow, bent forward, fear threats, falls, fear denouement─[...]

I remembered the room because of its blaring lack of remarkability. The bed was blue, the couch light blue. The rug was also light blue[...]

Raina went out to play with her friends as she did every day after school. She was a precocious seven-year-old [...]

DarkWinter Lit is excited to announce the names of the writers who have been shortlisted for our Poetry and Short Story Contest! [...]

“This is going to be a good day for you,” the wind told him. “Can you smell it?” The man looked at the trees quietly for a while. [...]

I came to this place to be alone, but all I want is to talk to a stranger I let a palm leaf brush against my face And my heart stops [...]

From the first moment I saw her, I knew she was different; knew she was trouble. Not in the way the other girls I’d known were trouble [...]

I am thinking of you and Mike on your way to Baddeck in a cab then driving to Portland to catch a flight to Cleveland [...]