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Short horror stories from Tasmania. Ordinary lives, broken certainty, and roads that should never have been followed.
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Short horror stories from Tasmania. Ordinary lives, broken certainty, and roads that should never have been followed.
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I never meant to hurt anyone, I never meant for them to die the way they did, I loved them all, each as much…

“When this all first started, we had some good times, perfect times almost, you could say,” he says with a smile. “That’s before you…

Something, somewhere, made it, brought it to life, gave it a soul, allowed it to flourish, allowed it to grow, and the more it…

An amazing story inspired by one of my Whispered Words, it has so much heart, I don’t normally reblog, so enjoy!

“When this all first started, we had some good times, perfect times almost, you could say,” he says with a smile. “That’s before you…

Salty, thick, and warm, washing over me, spraying from your throat, with each pump of your heart, your life is draining away, you stumble,…

“As my blade is washed in your blood, I’ll finally have my VENGEANCE!” He cries as he swings wildly with his dagger, it outmaneuvers…

“I crawled from the pit, my body, broken, bloody, and all I could think of is what I’d do to you, once I found…

I’m looking, I’m searching, salivating at the thought, of what I’ll do, once I’ve got you, I’ll break you, I’ll rip you, I’ll beat…

“I crawled from the pit, my body, broken, bloody, and all I could think of is what I’d do to you, once I found…

A new addition to the blog is Where I Start and Where It Ends. The titles are pretty self explained, the Where I Start…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE