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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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Inspiration, where does it come from? For the following story, the inspiration came from a drawing created for Inktober and Drawlloween by my good friend…

“They say he can’t be killed,” she says as she opens the box, light reflects off the blade and shines onto her face, her…

“On the darkest night, spirits take to flight, coming for your soul, so watch out kids, young an old, because the beast will smell…

“Now, can you tell the detective what you told me ma’am,” the officer says. She looks over to the detective, and clears her throat,…

“Please Norris, don’t do this, don’t listen to their words, I don’t want to be part of it all, I don’t want my family…

“Don’t be a cry baby Sasha, you passed the test, you’re in. That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?” Sasha looks up from her blood…

It’s Friday, so, I thought I’d share ten blogs that, if you’re not already following, you should, or not. But, at least take a…

“Sorry little brother, but business, is business,” he says as he pulls the trigger, the blast echoes around Timmy’s head for what seems like…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE