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.
“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…
No one wanted to talk. That was fair – who’d want to spend what could be their last night jawing with anyone in that room? Sullen mugs, eyes all staring…
It wasn’t anything special. Just another place where the world’s slow death had opened into a wound. Festering the way only brick and time could. The wall rippled and repeated,…
The trains roar above and below. They never stop here. Never above and below, and never in the dark station where I am raising and dropping my knife, raising and…
Another of my stories has been released into the wild! Never Be Missed, the tale of a very unusual train heist, can be found in the latest issue of Andromeda…