Kira Butler

writes speculative fiction for young adults


Short Fictions

Free horror fiction and dark urban fantasy


Book Reviews

Horror novel reviews for young adults and adults too.


About the Author

Biography, press, and contact information

She dreams of dark things

The Horror Writer

Kira Butler writes speculative fiction for adults, new adults, and young adult readers. She appreciates dark urban fantasy and low key horror, and likes to write about everything in between.

She is currently completing work on her forthcoming horror novel, Wake the Dead — the first book in The Neverafter Sequence: It’s about the darkness found in all of us. It’s about survival against all odds.

Kira Butler: Horror Writer

The Graphic Designer

In her daytime hours, Kira works another sort of alchemy: she is a creative professional of ten years, working in graphic design, brand development, content architecture, and user experience.

With a background in marketing and product development, she applies what she knows to her own web presence, and she teaches other authors how they can improve their marketing, branding, and social reach.

Near Dark: A free short horror story by Kira Butler

New Horror Fiction

Near Dark: A free short story available today!

The dead are permitted to return between sundown to nightfall every fifteen years on the anniversary of their death. It’s a brief window of time, and a long drive, but Mara knows a few things about her mother: she’d never let Mara live it down if she didn’t make it back to her childhood home time to welcome her home. It’s the very least Mara could do — even though she doesn’t want to; even though she doesn’t really have the time. Worse, Mara doesn’t want to deal with a potential poltergeist, let alone her husband’s protests.

But the ghost of Mara’s mother has a secret, and she’s been waiting fifteen years to confess.

Don’t be afraid.


February 9, 2016 in Inspiration

Writing Inspiration: Dennis Severs House, London

What if you could visit a house where the occupants had seemingly up and left, mid-life? You’d pass through rooms where meals were left half-eaten on a table, or correspondences were left with the ink hardly dry, sheets rumpled at the foot of the bed, the mattress still warm?

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