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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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He clutches his father’s hand tightly and wipes the tears from his eyes, he watches as his father, this man who has always been…

‘Sonya stands at the bar and looks around the room, as soon as she locks eyes with him, she knows that tonight, he is…

I decided that all the pretty little headers are nothing more than a distraction, and in some way, a time waster. If you can…

He feels his face and grimaces with pain, the deep cut under his eye flows freely with blood, he places the sleeve of his…

She digs her fingernails into the floorboards and drags herself closer towards the doorway and looks over her shoulder in desperation, over at his…

‘He stands underneath the shower, letting the water wash away his sins, his body scarred and bruised, he feels a hand slide around his…

Stay classy, what the fuck is it supposed to mean? I mean seriously, when some fucking numb skull gives you a wink and says,…

She runs a hand through her hair and grips a clump of it in frustration and looks across the table at him, he smiles uncomfortably at her,…

‘Sunset Heights has, for many years, been one of those Downtown suburbs that draws attention to itself for all the wrong reasons, its past…

The wind blows through the trees, scattering it’s leaves through the air with a ferociousness, sending them floating helplessly across the park. Clive Foster…

Melinda sits on the side of her bed, and the tears run down her face uncontrollably as the day finally takes its toll on…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE