THE STORIES ARE WAITING
THE
ARCHIVE
Short horror stories from Tasmania. Ordinary lives, broken certainty, and roads that should never have been followed.
THE COMPLETE LIBRARY
Every story. Every road.
More than a decade of nightmares, gathered in one place. Browse the full archive below—every published story remains here, and every new one joins it automatically.
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Day 233 – Bang – Whispered Words
Counting down, towards the end, all my friends, they’re all my hell, writhing and wriggling, twisting and turning, braking me, making me, into something,…
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Day 232 – Palm Her – Short Story
“You’re lying!” He says through clenched teeth, a spray of saliva shoots out with each word. “Why Devon? What benefit would I get from…
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Day 232 – H Plus C – Whispered Words
Added that in, at the last moment, think it worked better, than it did before, you seem sort of curious, you seem unaware, that…
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Day 231 – Choices – Short Story
We all make them, sometimes, we make the wrong ones, other times, it’s right. But, really, who is to say what you chose was…
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Day 231 – Linked – Whispered Words
The two of us, connected by bits of flesh, they stick in you, from inside me, and then you scream my name, it’s not…
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Day 230 – Joyce – Short Story
“It’s not like that, I swear, we’re just mates, honest to god, that’s all we are,” he says jumping up from his seat. “Dude,…
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Day 230 – Paradise – Whispered Words
Lost in this place, where the sun shines constantly, never dark, never cold, stinking fucking hot all the time, and I think I’m loosing…
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Day 229 – Why – Short Story
“W-W-Why?” “Why what?” “J-Just why everything. Why do all this, when you knew I wasn’t interested in you. I mean, I never led you…
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Day 229 – Shemp – Whispered Words
Taking it like a man, going into the devils den on your own, you’ve got more balls than I, the biggest I’ve ever seen,…
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Day 228 – Mine – Short Story
“It’s easy you stupid son of a bitch, just dig it in and pull it back out, it’s what it’s made to do,” she…
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Day 228 – Trade – Whispered Words
I have something, if you want it, but it’s not free, but I don’t want your money, have you something for me? Something you…
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Day 227 – Bad Day – Christmas Wish – Part Four – Short Story
I fall to my knees, as the tears run down my face, somethings are worth what they are, while other things, well, they’re just…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE