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 207 – Time Is Your Enemy – Where It Ends
“I only have one question, it’s really the only question that needs to be asks, the easiest question for you to answer.Why?” “Why what?”…
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Day 207 – Clay – Whispered Words
clawing through the clay, digging through the mud, I head towards the surface, to make my escape from this hole. your face is all…
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Day 207 – Silk – Whispered Words
Smooth like silk, soft, wet, thick, salty, as it flows, escaping your throat, through the tear I made with my blade, as you heart…
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Day 207 – Time Is Your Enemy – Where I Start
“I only have one question, it’s really the only question that needs to be asks, the easiest question for you to answer.Why?” “Why what?”…
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Day 206 – Fate – Where It Ends
“You think it’s true?” “What part?” “All of it?” He shrugs his shoulders and smiles, “I believe what I can see, I believe what…
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Day 206 – Gestation – Whispered Words
Let it seep in, let it soak, deep within your stomach, my sin will eat you out, regret, what is that word, it’s something…
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Day 206 – Sleep – Whispered Words
What are you? Do I know you? Have we been apart of each other before? Or, are you something new, something different, something I’ve…
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Day 206 – Fate – Where I Start
“You think it’s true?” “What part?” “All of it?” He shrugs his shoulders and smiles, “I believe what I can see, I believe what…
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Day 205 – Petrified Dreams – Where It Ends
“They are the thing of dreams, nightmares in fact, and, to know that they exist, scare the fucking hell out of me,” she says,…
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Day 205 – Sanitation – Whispered Words
How deep is enough, how low do I need to go, who’s blood do I need to spill, to get you to understand, to…
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Day 205 – Zombeen – Whispered Words
Your smell, is like vomit, putrid, and unclean, you need to wash your face, you need to wash it clean, you need to us…
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Day 205 – Petrified Dreams – Where I Start
“They are the thing of dreams, nightmares in fact, and, to know that they exist, scare the fucking hell out of me,” she says,…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE