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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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“And, well, next thing I know, she’s missing a chunk of flesh from her throat, and convulsing on the ground in front of me,…

I had the fortune of being presented with the opportunity to take part in a bit of fun during the October season over at…

Slowly, as the veil lifts, and you see me now, for what I am, the beast, the demon, the bastard son of this world,…

“You piece of shit!” “Oh, I’m sorry, I-I-I-I, I didn’t realise you two were that close.” “Of course you wouldn’t, because you never pay…

“Don’t be a fool Jeremiah, we can salvage this, all of it. Just remember what I taught you?” “What you taught me? When did…

Over and over and over,uᴉɥʇᴉʍ ɯoɹɟ sǝɔǝᴉd oʇ it keeps coming to me,dᴉɹ uoos llᴉʍ I ʇɐɥʇ making me write,ɥsǝlɟ ɟo sƃɐq pǝllᴉɟ uᴉs…

It’s a new Friday, so lets see what’s out there you may not know about. Remember, as always, no two blogs are the same,…

“Can we really trust him? He’s like, our greatest enemy.” She says. “I know, but the very world threatens to shatter itself into a…

Blood drips, flows, from the rips in my skin, I know you see them, I know you can taste it, the thickness, the warmth,…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE