The 2025 Halifax Prize Winners

We are thrilled to announce the winners of this year’s Halifax Ranch Fiction Prize, judged by Daniel Mason. We consider it our privilege to have spent time with so many terrific submissions—thank you for giving us the opportunity to read your work. Congratulations to the winners! _____ First-Place Prize: “The Skilled Anatomist” by Colleen Rosenfeld … Read more

Heart of Stone by Brooksie C. Fontaine

Terry is starting to fall in love with a woman he met online, but can’t bear to tell her the truth about himself. Image generated with OpenAI We met playing video games. I was Taurus77. She was HeartOfStone89. Both of us had been bantering back and forth while fighting digital cyclops with digital swords. Now, … Read more

Out of the Gloom by Bill Tope

When Annie is plunged into grief after the death of her cat, her colleagues and friends are unsympathetic. Image generated with OpenAI Following a breakfast hardly worthy of the name, Annie sat with her cup of coffee on the porch, swinging listlessly as she watched huge, sculpted flakes of snow blow across her front yard. … Read more

Past Poetry by Zary Fekete

Janos picks up his friend’s aunt and remembers her love of Hungarian poet Petofi. Image generated with OpenAI A text message arrived one morning from my friend. His aunt was arriving from the countryside that morning for her annual physical. She was planning to stay at the apartment of her two oldest friends, two spinster … Read more

Feedback Loops by Rebecca Tiger

A handyman in his sixties and a writer in her fifties each evaluate their relationship during a dinner date. Image generated with OpenAI “Who are you looking at?” she asks when his gaze shifts to a woman walking by their table. “Nobody.” “Hmmm. Really?” “Really. I’m just checking the place out.” “What are you laughing … Read more

The Living Bridge by Amir Sommer

A half-Israeli half-Palestinian teenager and his half-brother seek out some relief from their parents’ fighting. Image generated with OpenAI When I was young, my mom showered me with sweet nicknames. One was “a living bridge.” I’d often scratch my head, wondering what in the world she meant. Maybe it was a grammar mistake. After all, … Read more