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.
Children still played in the street. That seemed to be the only thing that hadn’t changed. The entire face of the neighbourhood had been torn away and rebuilt, maybe more…
It was the worst place her car could have stopped. Sputtering one last rum-bitter gasp of spent fuel, a shuddering fume-cough, then rolling to a silent, inertial halt on the…
I love you. He leaned over my bed and whispered it, while I pretended to sleep. Again and again, so close that his breath quivered my eyelashes, the hazy, half-shut…
Rain ran down through the channels in the bell, ringing it as the wind never would. Its maze-like latticed frame was made for water, not air, its clapper a sloshing…
It was the inevitable conclusion that no one wanted to acknowledge. Copy an object into a matter replicator, and it could be tweaked and reproduced and perfected forever. Nothing produced…
They had lost half their platoon the first night in that damned city. And Jameson had no idea how to explain that to his superiors barking on the radio, since…
The piano was a more gorgeous inheritance than Tabitha had ever have expected from her grandmother, stout as an oaken castle, gilt with golden fairies and petals in mother-of-pearl. It…
The guide walks ahead of them with a telescoping pole held importantly above and ahead. A white slit in the dark, like the wick of a phantom candle leading the…
The most gorgeous garden in the city, in the tiny backyard of a middling sorcerer. The fence, rotten with rain and neglect, bloats like a wooden belly, trying to contain…