Nyx Kain is a writer with roots deep in both the Canadian prairies and a fascination with the power of belief. From velveteen rabbits to ghost stories that give more life to their subjects with each fascinated retelling, their passion is to celebrate and affirm how the feelings we share through fiction themselves create something new and real – whether that is a friendship with someone fascinated by the same story, a call to action, or something as small and tenacious as a memory that only breathes when a wind in the right season blows across it.
It was Rochelle’s idea to leave a card out for it. Just a plain, ordinary library card sitting on the checkout desk, with a pamphlet and bookmark and one of…
She had spent the morning in most of her EV suit, and in prayer. In her quarters, covering her bases in a way that would have horrified, scandalized, and, worst…
What if I told you what a goddamn relief it was to think I might just be crazy? When no one else notices something horrible, that’s the most comforting thing…
It snowed the night before she left for her pilgrimage. The leaves were still green on the trees, the sunrise still autumn’s crackling orange, but winter stretched its blue through…
“I have to say,” said the illustrious figure sitting across the desk from him, “I didn’t expect this level of...intense suspicion from the Chosen One.” “It isn’t suspicion,” he lied,…
“Just one more job,” they mocked, following after him as he tried to stalk away across the tarry black. “How stupid could you be? Since when is there just one…
Every week, I pick up three packs of bacon at Sandy’s Market. Sandy herself, still working the till, at least on Saturdays, makes some comment about how much I must…
She ran when she could, like a dog in its traces. Pulling the cart on its wooden skis behind her for as long as her strength lasted, bursts of motivation…