THE STORIES ARE WAITING
THE
ARCHIVE
Short horror stories from Tasmania. Ordinary lives, broken certainty, and roads that should never have been followed.
THE COMPLETE LIBRARY
Every story. Every road.
More than a decade of nightmares, gathered in one place. Browse the full archive below—every published story remains here, and every new one joins it automatically.
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I Saw the Image of Your Reflection – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A shattered reflection multiplies the self into wrong versions that call for completeness—each mirrored mistake pulls the speaker toward a last, hollow answer until…
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Send What You Can’t and I’ll Show You His Name
A televangelist’s promise of salvation curdles into a public rite of blood and worship when a stranger exposes the lie. Devotion mutates into violence…
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Soundless Places Lost Inside – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A dizzying, violent lullaby where mirrors tear and the merry-go-round never stops—this verse drags the speaker through a blooded loop until the final quiet…
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Moulded Out of Recycled Waste – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A body made from discarded plastics and screens starts to remember and then to answer back—manufactured images claim more than memory and the speaker…
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A Me Before the Mirrored Sea – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A piano on the edge of wakefulness trims memory into fragments—seasons and echoes circle and the self becomes a garment to be shed. The…
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Voided Not Validated – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A slice of silence severs the middle of a life and leaves a hollow that remembers—what the void takes keeps its own counsel and…
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Sliced in the Rhythm of Night – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A piano on the edge of wakefulness trims memory into fragments—seasons and echoes circle and the self becomes a garment to be shed. The…
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Weighed Down by Harsh Lines – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A weary voice counts the small deaths of routine as the present collapses into rot—sleep becomes surrender and memory a burden that will not…
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Weeping on the Sitting Board – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A fragile shield fails and nights are stolen by a memory that feeds—pleas fall silent as something older remembers how to hunger.
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A Lesson Never Learnt
A tormented revenant watches a sleeping woman and bargains with the reflection he has become while hunger claws at memory and mercy fades.
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Jagged Pills Going Down – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A ritual hush of pills and mirrored lies peels memory into fragments—this verse tracks the mechanical slide from self to shell until what remains…
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Last to Be – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A beast returns from the dark to wear the living as a mask and leave the land hollow—what once breathed the earth is gone,…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE