THE STORIES ARE WAITING
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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 210 – Carry On – Whispered Words
Thrusting, driving, digging it in, digging, tearing, pulling it out, ripping, bleeding, bruised, and beaten, you tore me down, you broke my crown, you…
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Day 210 – Pulsate – Whispered Words
Throbbing, pulsating, growing, eyes grow wide, as it enlarges in size, shock and horror, fear and panic, desperation, nervous tension, light headed, blackness calling,…
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Day 210 – The Season – Where I Start
She grips herself tightly, as a cold shiver runs down her back, and into her groin. “Why’s it so damn cold,” she says, through…
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Day 209 – Pillar – Whispered Words
climbing, pulling, clawing, digging, exhausted by it all, the light is slowly fading, my life is slowly slipping, into the endless pit, into a…
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Day 209 – Schism – Where It Ends
“I don’t want to play anymore,” he says, looking down at the ground. “You don’t just suddenly decided, half way through that you don’t…
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Day 209 – White – Whispered Words
pale, white, cold, as you lie there, in a pool of red, sticky, thick, congealed, what once flowed through your veins, what once carried…
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Day 209 – Waiting – Whispered Words
Waiting, dehydrating, slipping away, into the endless place, where time is nothing, where it stands still, slowly, tirelessly, losing my grip, losing all sense,…
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Day 209 – Schism – Where I Start
“I don’t want to play anymore,” he says, looking down at the ground. “You don’t just suddenly decided, half way through that you don’t…
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Day 208 – Frail – Where It Ends
“I promise, on everything I hold dear, if you don’t feel mighty different, rejuvenated even, after you take a sip of this here elixir,…
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Day 208 – Regret – Whispered Words
Every word I said that night, all the hate that poured out, I meant them, they were, and always will be, the truest words…
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Day 208 – New Found Flame – Whispered Words
Dancing in the dark, dancing all alone, while no music plays, while my eyes are closed, emptying all inside, forgetting all the pain, forgetting…
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Dy 208 – Frail – Where I Start
“I promise, on everything I hold dear, if you don’t feel mighty different, rejuvenated even, after you take a sip of this here elixir,…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE