Dystopian and Winter Short Stories

The biting cold of a frozen slum gives way to the deceptive, glittering silence of an unpatrolled trench, ending in the cavernous, industrial tomb of an abandoned factory where hope dies.

A perpetually cold, hyper-monitored Winnipeg street, choked with snow, dominated by a menacing, sterile efficiency under the gaze of omnipresent SmileCams.

A stark, unyielding room, cold metal and stale air, permeated by the scent of antiseptic. Harsh, bare light casts sharp shadows.