by H.P. Lovecraft Nyarlathotep… the crawling chaos… I am the last… I will tell the audient void… I do not…
Editorial Women seldom appear in Lovecraft’s fiction. His world is a male world, with few female characters dotting the edges…
by Mary Robinette Kowal Dear Lord in Heaven, O Merciful Father. Always I have turned to You in prayer when…
By Nathalie Boisard-Beudin I remember the whole thing. It all started by Auntie Alice saying that she had brought us…
by Rafe McGregor I was thinking about drowning when the child stepped out from behind the ‘enforcement cameras’ sign. I…
by Matthew Bey The Red City began calling to me that winter. It became like a canker that you probe…
By Lori M. Myers Marlene watched from her living room window as lightning flashed in the distance. She rested her…
By Berrien C. Henderson Drowning. Refracted light and the waves wreathe his body, borne away on the susurrus of a…
By Ann K. Schwader The fractal on Halpin’s screen writhed through a dozen color shifts in as many seconds. One…
by H.P. Lovecraft I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more.…
by H.P. Lovecraft I have often wondered if the majority of mankind ever pause to reflect upon the occasionally titanic…
by H.P. Lovecraft Again I say, I do not know what has become of Harley Warren, though I think —…