Shane Kroetsch writes dark and introspective fiction. He also likes to build projects out of old junk, paint sad little blanket ghosts, ride vintage bikes, and shake his butt while the vinyl spins.
Available now! It’s been two years since the storm forever changed the world. An experienced hunting guide, Krystal, leads a group of amateurs on an outing to commemorate the anniversary of the event. After stumbling upon a facility concealed in the wilds of northern Ontario, she is forced into a conflict she thought was […]
No electricity. No communication. No way to escape the storm raging on the horizon. The search for somewhere to belong leads two strangers, Jacob and Mati, to a secluded Ontario community as its residents encounter unthinkable tragedy. In the shadows, an outlier, Alex, faces the end of the world head on and finds a new […]
Lucinda blinks as the edge of a heavy shadow eclipses her. High above, a fast-moving cloud fills the late afternoon sky. She shifts closer to her husband and pulls the blanket at her feet up to her knees as the porch swing sways. “Do you ever think about the sun?” Faron brings his attention to […]
This is a bit of a long post for me, but it’s been a while, so I want to get everyone caught up and share some gratitude. In October, I posted two episodes of Stories from the Dark to celebrate the spookiest of months, including a story titled The Devil that is exactly 666 words […]
Happy almost Halloween! Last year I had an idea. Wouldn’t it be fun to write a story about the Devil in exactly 666 words? Turns out it was. Once it was finished though, I didn’t know what to do with it. Initially, I thought I would search out an open call to submit it to. […]
Oh hi. I have a short one for you today. While I normally write dark and weird, this one even surprised me. Maybe the spooky month is having an effect on me? Have a listen, I hope you enjoy. Keep an eye out for my second Stories from the Dark post in honour of Halloween […]
I took the phone off the hook. Not that anyone knows where we are. Past the flickering neon vacancy sign, the stars begin to fade with the light of a new day. I don’t remember the last time I saw the sunrise. Part of me hopes it won’t ever happen again. When we met, love […]