Nature vs Nurture

by Orrin Grey

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The scene is strangely quiet, broken only by the occasional sound of their claws striking granite or the roar of one of our gunshots. When they fall they make dull thuds, like a side of meat slapping down on a counter, but usually they’re too far away for us to hear it, or we’re already chambering another round.

Harter stands to my left, shrouded in the mist of the graveyard. …

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The Swelling

By David Conyers

First published in The King in Yellow, Atlantean Press, 2007. Reprinted in Cthulhu Australis Part 2, Rainfall Books, 2007.

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For five violent days, the unrelenting storm battered the Daintree, threatening to submerge her at any moment, but it was the unraveling of Greg Wright’s mind that disturbed Tracy more than any elemental assault.

As the weather worsened, so did his delusions. First, he claimed to see mermaids …

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Fiction: Celephais

By H.P.Lovecraft

In a dream Kuranes saw the city in the valley, and the seacoast beyond, and the snowy peak overlooking the sea, and the gaily painted galleys that sail out of the harbour toward distant regions where the sea meets the sky. In a dream it was also that he came by his name of Kuranes, for when awake he was called by another name.

Perhaps it was natural for him to dream a new name; for he was …

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by H.P. Lovecraft

Into the North Window of my chamber glows the Pole Star with uncanny light. All through the long hellish hours of blackness it shines there. And in the autumn of the year, when the winds from the north curse and whine, and the red-leaved trees of the swamp mutter things to one another in the small hours of the morning under the horned waning moon, I sit by the casement and watch that star. Down from the …



by H.P. Lovecraft

Nyarlathotep… the crawling chaos… I am the last… I will tell the audient void…

I do not recall distinctly when it began, but it was months ago. The general tension was horrible. To a season of political and social upheaval was added a strange and brooding apprehension of hideous physical danger; a danger widespread and all-embracing, such a danger as may be imagined only in the most terrible phantasms of the night. I recall that the people …


Micro-interview: Berrien C. Henderson

Berrien C. Henderson’s  short story “What Appollonius Rhodius Didn’t Say”, appears in the Fall 2009 fiction issue of Innsmouth Free Press.

Berrien C. Henderson lives in the deepest, darkest wilds of southeast Georgia with his wife and two children. He teaches high school English, is a long-time martial artist and has a big, geeky spot in his heart for literature, speculative fiction and comic books.

IFP: How did you become interested in writing Mythos/Lovecraftian stories?

BH: Mainly, I …

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Hallowe’en in a Suburb

by H.P.Lovecraft

The steeples are white in the wild moonlight,
And the trees have a silver glare;
Past the chimneys high see the vampires fly,
And the harpies of upper air,
That flutter and laugh and stare.

For the village dead to the moon outspread
Never shone in the sunset’s gleam,
But grew out of the deep that the dead years keep
Where the rivers of madness stream
Down the gulfs to a pit of dream.

A chill wind weaves …

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Micro-interview: Lori M. Myers

Lori M. Myers’ flash fiction story “Partum” appears in the Fall 2009 fiction issue of Innsmouth Free Press.

Lori M. Myers is a Pennsylvania-based award-winning writer in fiction, creative nonfiction, and is also an essayist and playwright. Her fiction has appeared in PHASE and Holy Cuspidor. Lori has a masters degree in creative writing from Wilkes University, and teaches writing workshops, where she inspires writers to take risks. Her West Highland Terrier, Willy, is her biggest fan. For …

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Fall 2009 Fiction Issue


Women seldom appear in Lovecraft’s fiction. His world is a male world, with few female characters dotting the edges of the story. There is Asenath Waite, but she is possessed by the spirit of her father; Lavinia Whateley gives birth to Wilbur and quickly exits the story. The female realm holds little interest to Lovecraft.

That is why six of the seven stories in this issue of Innsmouth Free Press look at women, and not just any kind of …

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Prayer at Dark River

by Mary Robinette Kowal

Dear Lord in Heaven, O Merciful Father.

Always I have turned to You in prayer when frightened and my first instinct tonight was to kneel upon these old flagstones and beseech you for guidance. My other choice would be to commune with Professor Webb as we wait to see if his sorcery has had effect. Should I pray the American sorcerer has succeeded, so that Guðrun is safe, or should I pray that he fails?

If …

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What’s in a Shell?

By Nathalie Boisard-Beudin

I remember the whole thing.

It all started by Auntie Alice saying that she had brought us back something special from her trip in Russia. Now, considering her history of gift hunting, I’d rather deducted that something “special” was most likely to turn out being a hugely discounted trinket bought from a dingy store, or something she might have been bartering from an illegal street vendor.

Nonetheless, the set of Russian dolls she deposited on Jonathan’s bed …

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Fiction: The Stones at Spurn Point

by Rafe McGregor

I was thinking about drowning when the child stepped out from behind the ‘enforcement cameras’ sign.

I slammed on the brakes.

Even though I was only crawling along, the car sluiced across the motorway-turned-river, straight for him.

I closed my eyes at the last instant, but when the impact came it was from behind, not in front. As I’d expected – or hoped.

I should be used to this shit by now.

I pulled over to the …

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