THE STORIES ARE WAITING
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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 175 – Words Make You – Whispered Words
Words said in anger, used as a weapon, harder than punches, sharper than a knife, used to harm, used to fight, they make you,…
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Day 174 – Car Of The Dead – 50 Word Story Expanded
“What makes you think I know what you’re doing here? I wouldn’t ask the fucking question if I knew, would I?” “You came out…
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Day 174 – Car Of The Dead – 50 Word Story
“You don’t know what you’re doing, it….” Rainer punches him again. “Can it old man, just give me the keys!” He slowly pulls the…
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Day 173 – Look At Me – 50 Word Story Expanded
You’re going to ask, I know, so instead of waiting, I’ll tell you how my life got so fucked up. It started pretty ordinary,…
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Day 173 – Look At Me – 50 Word Story
The crazy fucker pulled up his shirt, and span around, showing me his gaunt, pale frame, proving he had no wires, and repeated his…
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Day 173 – A Glimpse, Into Tomorrow – 50 Word Story
He sits on the bland, uncomfortable cot, his fingers move, as if he’s playing an invisible piano. Then, he stops, and Marty slowly turns,…
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The Roundhead, Part 8 – Hammers And Claws
“I’ve lost count how many times we’ve done this part, where I tell you what’s taken place, how many times that thing has taken…
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Faded Flesh
Time is reset, as we’re made to relive, the story again, over and over, each moment, each choice, remade, replayed, obstacles changed, trusts betrayed,…
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The Roundhead, Part 7 – Coffin Nails
One Year Ago He stares out the window, the lights of the city burst, pop, flicker and shake, he spins around, clutching his neck,…
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Final Thoughts
I can’t remember where it all started, I just know one day I had an idea, a story of darkness, of blood, it had…
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Horrorween Day 7 – Names – 50 Word Story Expanded
“How many times have I told you not to call me by that name?” “I’m sorry okay, it’s just force of habit, you do…
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Horrorween Day 7 – Names – 50 Word Story
“How many times have I told you not to call me by that name?” “I’m sorry okay, it’s just force of habit, you do…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE