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Short horror stories from Tasmania. Ordinary lives, broken certainty, and roads that should never have been followed.
THE STORIES ARE WAITING
Short horror stories from Tasmania. Ordinary lives, broken certainty, and roads that should never have been followed.
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Six months complete, 185 days, a halfway point if you may. What does month seven hold in store for us? An impossible rewrite of…

Oh the joy I had, as I danced, as I drank, as I ripped your flesh from your bones, it was more like a…

Over and over and over again, punishment for my sin, for I was the one that gave it a way in, I opened the…

He pulls the red flash drive from the computer and hands it to him. “For what it’s worth, I don’t really care what you…

Delusions taking over, my mind lost in something that cannot be real, trying to find my focus, trying to get out of this hell,…

“Genocide, one of the words created by your kind, because of the things you’ve carried out unto each other in the name of your…

Lies, deviations from the path, a path that was soaked in blood, blood I spilt, blood I released, when I struck them with my…

“Right now all I hear from you, is just another story, just another deviation from what you said during your trial. That’s not what…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE