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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 stand here like a total moron staring bewilderingly into her big green eyes trying to make words come out, but I can’t, I…

Now the story I’m about to tell you took place a long time ago in a city far, far away. Actually I’m lying, I…

The darkness of his eyes drags her further into the depths of his soul and she lets a tear run freely from her face…

‘The House Lucretia, one of the many high-classed establishments in Uptown Delta City, where all the rich and powerful come to fulfill their many…

The rain pours down relentlessly from the heavens, crashing into the roof of the small cabin as if it is trying to tear its…

He stands in the doorway, looking out into the cold night, firmly gripping a shot gun in one hand and a half empty bottle…

‘Her cold dead eyes stare into his, her mouth slightly open as though she was trying to say something, but he knows she is…

To say my brother and I have had an eventful life would be putting it bluntly, you could say it started when we first…

Damon Welford slams the door shut and slowly steps backwards and falls to the ground in a heap, tears rolling down his cheeks, his…

The small house shakes violently and Ollie tumbles off the couch and crashes into a pile of beer cans that litter the floor, he…

‘She sits on the edge of the bed and takes a drag on her cigarette, staring at the smashed screen in front of her.…

She sits in the attic and stares at the large dusty, cobweb covered chest and nervously wipes them away from around the lock and…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE