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 227 – Whispering – Whispered Words
Hear me, in your ear, whispering the words, that make you see, you never really knew me, you thought you did, you wished you…
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Day 226 – Bad Day – Christmas Wish – Part Three – Short Story
I spat a mouthful of blood out onto the floor, in front of him, and raised my weary fists again, this was it, everything…
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Day 226 – Winter Wonderland – Whispered Words
Good cheer, good joy, let us all take hands, let us be friendly and merry with all of mankind, let us smile and sing,…
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Day 225 – Bad Day – Christmas Wish – Part Two – Short Story
Fucking bastard tricked me, I knew I never should’ve trusted him to do the right thing. Big Poppa Stan had me in a tricky…
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Day 225 – Silence – Whispered Words
Do you hear that? Do you hear the nothing that is coming? How it makes no sound, but yet you know it’s coming, slowly,…
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Day 224 – Bad Day – Christmas Wish – Part One – Short Story
I feel it hit me, the pain, everything, it’s not what I thought it was going to be, this job, it’s my last, but,…
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Day 224 – Come Get Me – Whispered Words
Running clean, no infection, no disease, my blood is nothing, my blood is free, free of my heart that pumps it around, free of…
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Day 223 – Where Are You? – Short Story
“So tell me, seriously, why the fuck does Christmas turn you into such a sad mother fucker?” She says, landing next to him on…
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Day 223 – Good End Year – Whispered Words
Something said, in times like this, to be told now, by all the boys and girls, it’s Christmas time, it’s the end of the…
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Day 222 – Flowing Numbers – Short Story
Sometime, back then, in the time before time, in the place, where dreams were real, and reality didn’t have a place, I was born.…
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Day 222 – Something Fun – Whispered Words
Let’s make a noise, one the whole world hears, lest smash some shit, let’s drink some beers, it’s party time, as the world comes…
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Day 221 – What I Give – Short Story
He looks across at them, as they sit, huddled in the corner, fear, dirt, blood, piss, and shit, covering them, their eyes, stare at…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE