by H.P. Lovecraft Again I say, I do not know what has become of Harley Warren, though I think —…
by H.P.Lovecraft When I drew nigh the nameless city I knew it was accursed. I was traveling in a parched…
Editorial Welcome to the inaugural fiction issue of Innsmouth Free Press. This summer, our theme is “water”. Nick Mamatas brings…
by Nick Mamatas I woke up. I ate a banana and a bagel. I turned on the TV and watched…
Caroline Totten My mother and father loved the sea, but its dark water terrified me. At night, I would huddle…
by Robert Borski Because it’s important he not stutter, the young man in the rowboat does not swallow his medication…
By Pamela K. Kinney Most days working in a supermarket, the only excitement comes from jars falling off shelves and…
by Kírk Barrett She fingers the voodoo doll and looks past me out the window. Ocean waves rise and fall…
By Paula R. Stiles The little boy had opalescent eyes and imbricated skin. He was human. He walked on two…