Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

A Record, and Nothing More
Once upon a time, when the sky was covered in soot, this story found itself birthed and named A Cupboard Where I Keep the Things That Mattered. As life continued, and it progressed, it became clear that it wore a name that didn’t fit—for it was broken, like the twisted tale it wore upon its sleeve.

But while the bones were still soft, and the crimson sea that splashed the land was wet, I took the child in my arms and gave it a cuddle.

Then, we worked again.

And unlike people, it did not rot.

It grew new life.

The true shape has since emerged.
It’s sharper. Meaner. Tighter.
→ Read the final story: One More Padlock to Be Safe.

This post remains only to mark where the old one fell.

A working shell. A hollow cupboard.
A place where the things that mattered were kept—
before he buried them beneath the lock.