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.
The wind chime lashed and clattered against the house’s brick siding and the blue sky. Too violent for melody, spinning the metal bird that embellished it like a sparrow in…
How long had she been shuffling those wastes in her grimy environmental suit? The clock had told her at first, of course, smartly, to the second, but some speck of…
She lifted her boots high through the muck and rotten ice, but the field still seemed set on swallowing her if it could. She held her spade overhead as the…
The first face surfaced on a Wednesday morning, sepia with oncoming storm. Or at least, that was when he first noticed it, carrying his coffee with him into the yard,…
I am pleased to finally be able to announce that one of my short stories is being included in an anthology of weird horror, set to be published this summer…
This was going to be a sprint, but Daylight Savings Time turned it into more of a drag. Oh well - speed is ultimately far less important than making it…
The last of the lights belowdecks had died an hour ago. The last of the screams not long after that. Silence creaked across the bow to where she sat. With…
The goal of this exercise is to sit down and write full speed ahead for a set period of time without hesitating or going back to make corrections. It is…
It is my intention to post at least one short piece of original fiction on this site per week, most likely a quick drabble or a timed sprint. The practise…