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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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It’s all coming true, at first I thought, it was all a dream, I thought it couldn’t be real, but as the days draw…
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Day 157 – Truth Be Told – Short Story
“Don’t be a fool Mia, it’s not too late to stop all this from happening,” he yells to her, but she stares off, into…
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I’m losing, it’s gaining the upper hand, everything I do, it counters, everything I place in it’s way, it moves, blood is on my…
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Day 156 – Daily Prompt – Candle – 50 Word Story Expanded
“I knew it was wrong,” he says, looking at his blood stained shoes. “But, the fucker deserved it.” “Really? Tell me,” she says, he…
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Day 156 – Sunshine – Short Story
I never said I was anything other than what I was. I didn’t fake it, I didn’t pretend, I was me, that’s all. But,…
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Day 156 – Daily Prompt – Candle – 50 Word Story
“So, I waited for her shift to finish, poor bitch didn’t even see me coming. I took her down and dragged her back home,…
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While I slept, while I dreamed, the beast it did visit me, it showed me things, I wished not to see, a river of…
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Read Someone New For Friday
It’s still Friday, somewhere, so, let’s talk blogs you need to read, or, ummmm, look at. No two blogs are the same, they’re all…
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Day 155 – Fragile – 50 Word Story Expanded
“A fragile heart, is an easy thing to break. I give you fair warning, it won’t be as simple as you think to win…
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Day 155 – Fragile – 50 Word Story
“A fragile heart, is an easy thing to break. I give you fair warning, it won’t be as simple as you think to win…
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It’s getting closer, can you feel it? Can you smell it? I know I can, I see it when I close my eyes, it’s…
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We Enter, The Darkness…
154 days, 154 days and many have fallen to these hands. Their deaths, scar me, like it’s touch has. Soon the nightmare that has…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE