The Fisherman: Lovecraftian Horror Short Story

Description

They came here often, the quiet docks beside an otherwise calm silvery expanse. But today, something was wrong. The fish fled as if to stay would induce genocide, and yet no visible foe existed. What about the man in yellow slicker? What possible secrets might he hold beneath that cloak of darkness?

From the Author: “I view writing as an art form. If these carefully chosen words bring immaculate depictions, opening a reader’s imagination to concepts never before fathomed, only then has my goal has been achieved.”