Nicholas Katsanis
Writer | Literary Fiction + Poetry
Nicholas (Nico) Katsanis’ is an award-winning scientist by day and a writer of (mostly) magical realism and dystopian fiction by night.
His work has been published in various distinguished literary magazines and has been included in a #1 Amazon best-selling anthology. Nico enjoys traveling and has visited half the planet; laptop and notebook underarm, he hopes to visit the other half while editing his debut novel.
More Published Works
The Purple Sea | Dec 2022
Penumbric Magazine
In the remote Greek island of Lipsoneri, life and decay move at a slow pace. But when the waters turn purple,
Edited by J. Moody
Featured in When All That's Left are Stories
Only Son | Nov 2022
Gill and Bobby grew up together but war and adulthood forced each of them into impossible choices.
Delmarva Review
Accidental Lion | Nov 2022
15th Anniversary Edition
To a mother ridden with guilt about her son's oncoming blindness, a book in the drawer of an offbeat motel offers the strangest solution.
The Umbrella Academy
Gideon's Message | Oct 2022
Her Special Day | Nov 2021
Literally Stories
Kākolūkīyam | Sept 2021
The NewVerse News
Inspired by the Panchatantra collection of classic Indian fables, this adaptation examines the current/perpetual secular and religious tension in Afghanistan post-collapse.
Narcissi | Aug 2021
A Story in 100 Words
Resplendent in her white dress, she headed down the steps from the veranda. He tightened his parka to stave off the wind and followed.
Behind the house they built, they strode toward the pond, their barren feet leaving a trail along the mucky ground. Her smile was terse, he clenched his jaw. He searched for something new to say, she shook her head. They knit their hands, now ringless, and peered at their reflection.
Later, when the children rushed out to search for them, all they discovered by the water’s edge was a white lily rising beside a thistle bush.
Hope | April 2020
50-Word Stories
I escaped his slithering hands and bolted into the night. Johnny’s malty breath followed me before giving up with a cuss; he was always skittish about the marshes.
Crouching among the reeds, a frog startled me. I clasped him in my fingers, took a breath, and kissed him.
Nothing happened.