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 182 – Expired – Whispered Words
The darkness, is ripping at me, clawing at me, dragging me in, taking my sin, my life’s no longer mine, can’t you hear me…
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Day 182 – Expired – 50 Word Story
It was cold, you know that walk in freezer cold. I’m sure most of you’d know what I’m talking about. Somehow I find it…
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Day 181 – Suffocate – 50 Word Story Expanded
Words, words, words, words, words, words… That’s all he wants, that’s all he cares for, days, weeks, months, it feels like all I’ve ever…
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Day 181 – Suffocate – Whispered Words
Fighting, not to survive, but to escape my fate, the pain, the agony, the torment, fighting for the escape I want, not the one…
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Day 181 – Suffocate – 50 Word Story
“He’s standing above me, with a stupid look on his face, muttering something about how we had a good thing, how everything was working…
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Day 180 – Hallows Tales – 50 Word Story Expanded
It all started about seven months ago, I guess that’s the best place to start. I’d been online for a while, writing a blog,…
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Day 180 – Listen – Whispered Words
Time is our enemy, as well as our friend, we move with it’s movement, we age with its hands, we can’t avoid it’s existence,…
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Day 180 – Hallows Tales – 50 Word Story
His laugh, his demented fucking laugh, irritated the hell out of me. I screamed for him to do it, to finish the job, but…
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Day 179 – Cold Cup – 50 Word Story Expanded
“How many times do I have to tell you? How many times do I have to explain how this works? How many conversations must…
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Day 179 – Numb – Whispered Words
Mind numb, pain throbs, blood pumps, feet aches, eyes close, mouth hurts, light dims, dirt falls, tears form, too late, no choice, life ends,…
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Day 179 – Cold Cup – 50 Word Story
When she next opens her eyes there is no pain, she look s around the room, they stand there, watching her from the shadows,…
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Day 178 – No – 50 Word Story Expanded
“Three years, three fucking years and not a fucking word, nothing. And now, you come here, to my home, and expect me to give…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE