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.
Some people, first hearing about the grand city of North Bearing, were surprised to be told that it had only one pier – privately owned, at that. Once they were…
Heaving gasps of steam and swaying over the snow, but in no danger of falling more than those few inches, and alive. Still alive, still moving, crawling towards the mouth…
Her shadow stretched like a signal flare across the snow. The sun had set what she guessed to be half an hour ago, time kept by the numb pendulum swing…
I'm pleased to announce that one of my stories, Dying Honestly, has just been published in Kaleidotrope! Would it be worth living forever without pain or sickness if all the…
Some call it the logical conclusion of marriage. Some call it an abomination, but then, they’re probably the same sort of people who would have said that about the horseless…
Her mother might have been more horrified about the fact she was wasting food than the fact that food came from human veins. Twenty years since moss had started to…
The soul spins in the chest like clay on a potter’s wheel. The warped sounds of its turning emerge as words and breath and spiral up into crooked thought. Time…
“We can’t keep doing this,” it sighed, or the wind only fluttered through its robe. “Why not?” they asked. If the wind touched them at all, it was too faint…