Shane Kroetsch writes dark and introspective fiction. Born and raised in Southern Alberta, he lives there today with his wife and three sons.
Home is meant to be a place of sanctuary. For Jason, it means being forced to live life as a shadow, in constant fear of being seen. In an attempt to escape his abusive father, the young boy sets out on his own. What he doesn’t know is that blood connects them, and blood will […]
Coming June 2020.
This and That but Mostly the Other is an eclectic collection of flash and micro fiction that explores the breadth of the human experience – love, loss, and being devoured by monsters on a late-night bus ride. “This” represents gratitude, and a light shining in the darkness. “That” shows us introspection, heartbreak, and that not […]
Where did the last two months go? I suppose for many it was spent being anxious and confused. Figuring out how to fill your day when you can’t leave the house. Deciding what is acceptable and what isn’t when you do. Wondering how we maintain connections when it’s not okay to hug someone you love. […]
I hold an arm up against the chain-link barrier and rest my forehead on my arm. Past the bridge railing, I watch the murky water flow. It seems gentle, but memories of thrashing against a similar current hold fast in my mind. I pick up a stick from beside my feet and poke it through. […]
Mello closed one eye and spun the spoked wheel. He narrowed in on the slight wobble as the tick, tick, tick slowed. He held the wheel to stop it, his thumb strategically placed. “What are you doing?” Mello dug in his pocket for the tiny spanner he found while on their run into […]
Image via @mcpheeceo Any rational human being should be able to look at their life and say, “You know what, that thing scares me a little, I think I’ll stay away from it.” Apparently, I’m not rational. I’m also terrible at taking my own advice, choosing to run toward my fears instead of away from them. […]
I turned the light on and pointed it toward the painting on the wall. At first, the image was dull and lifeless. Then the brush strokes swelled. They flowed and shrank, as the demon opened its eyes. It watched me in silence. What it hoped to see, I was never sure. When it was finished, […]