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 204 – Solvent – Where It Ends
The acid burnt, not that he knew, as he was long gone, his dead, empty eyes just stare forward, as the corrosive liquid begins…
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Day 204 – Play Thing – Whispered Words
You never wanted me for anything other than what I could do for you, you never needed me like I needed you, you treated…
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Day 204 – Moon Beams – Whispered Words
They said it was like that, like a rush, like a wave hitting you in the chest, but for me, it was like I…
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Day 204 – Solvent – Where I Start
The acid burnt, not that he knew, as he was long gone, his dead, empty eyes just stare forward, as the corrosive liquid began…
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Day 203 – Stars – Where It Ends
“It’s so beautiful, you need to come an look!” She yells from the balcony. “In a minute! It’ll go to an commercial soon,” he…
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Day 203 – Call Me – Whispered Words
To the depths, of the end, to the heights, of the beginning, when it all was one, when time, was fun, when it was…
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Day 203 – Invisible – Whispered Words
Tempting, isn’t it, to just run, to hide, to become, invisible.
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Day 203 – Stars – Where I Start
“It’s so beautiful, you need to come an look!” She yells from the balcony. “In a minute! I just need to finish this,” he…
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Day 202 – Black – Where It Ends
He grips the knife tightly, feeling the blade slice through his flesh, and, as his blood drips onto the ground, the very earth itself…
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Day 202 – Vice – Whispered Words
Am I just another of your stupid whores, following you around with my tongue hanging to the floor, waiting for a moment, waiting for a…
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Day 202 – Seldom – Whispered Words
Time, it passes, like a blur, like a random thought, like a wet dream, is it what it’s all meant to be, are we…
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Day 202 – Black – Where I Start
He grips the knife tightly, feeling the blade slice through his flesh, and, as his blood drips onto the ground, the very earth itself…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE