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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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“That wasn’t what I was trying to say,” she says as she places a hand on his lap, he looks down to the floor…

“Don’t make me tell you again!” He yells as he drives a punch into his face, sending him crashing to the ground. “So stay…

One hundred days, one hundred days, one hundred creations and still the focus that was initially instilled in his work shines through. He stands…

He digs the knife into the table and looks over into the three scared young men’s pale, frozen faces and laughs. “You boys want…

I feel it run across my face, soaking into my skin, like a sponge, the thick, heavy, sticky substance soon engulfs me completely. I…

He sits across from her, looking into her eyes and she smiles as she gently dabs the serviette on her mouth. “What?” she asks.…

She said the words I knew I didn’t want her to say, for six long years I’ve managed to avoid any issues, avoid any…

“I do this because I love you, you know that don’t you?” He says softly into her ear. “Don’t try and justify this, you…

I’ve been playing with the idea for weeks, I’m not a poet, but I wanted to try and see if I could at least…

She grabs his arm tightly and tries to pull him close, but he takes a step away, a tear runs down her face, followed…

“Mister Rivers, come on in, I’m glad you found the time to come and see me,” the man says as he gestures for David…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE