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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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“I could’ve hidden longer, I could’ve ran,” he says as he looks into the glass, and watches as the bubbles float to the surface.…

I sit here, staring at the screen, lost in the emptiness of the blank page, frozen, like a lifeless, wordless, thoughtless mannequin. I feel…

“Sometimes it’s best to just leave things alone Nicole, you won’t like what you find out,” her mother says as she slams her mug…

Sanderson grabs the metal fence post and rips it from the ground, swinging it violently at the small crowd who slowly descend upon him,…

Okay, another week, and something new, again. I’m not sure if I got this one or not, but, I’ve had a good smash at…

Every day for the last six months she’s been there, well okay, not every day. Actually I’ve already fucked this up, and it’s ruining…

Ivan drops to his knees and the knife falls to the ground, blood spills from his side, cascading down his leg, quickly forming a…

He looks towards the front of the line and sighs, turning back to her he smiles and shrugs his shoulders. “I’m so sorry, I…

“You think you’re better than me? You think you’re worth more than you’re getting paid?” “I think I’ve done a lot for this company,…

She sits there studying the floor boards, paying close attention to each plank of wood as it run into next, how the grains blend…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE