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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A Second To Rethink A Drink – KILLtober Short Story
He holds the vial tightly with one hand, and pulls himself up over the ledge until after what seems like an eternity he lies…
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Serendipity Of A Synchronised Symphony – KILLtober Short Story
“And I say it’s a load of shit!” Carol quips as tightens her seatbelt. “Beth went back to Austria, or wherever it was the…
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A Simple Plan Of Mice And Treasures – KILLtober Short Story
Scolfield holds the jewel encrusted skull up to the light and sucks in a stuttered breath before allowing himself to smile. “I-I-Is, is it…
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You Don’t Need To Be That Girl – KILLtober Short Story
He squeezes his hand tightly over her mouth as their eyes wide with fear follow the things as they move quickly through the adjacent…
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What You Wish For May Not Be What You Want – KILLtober Short Story
“Does it hurt?” She asks sheepishly, trying to mask her smile behind a mixture of hands and hair. “What do you think?” He replies…
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It’s A Graffitti Kind Of Violation – KILLtober Short Story
Corey closes his eyes and allows the sound of the paint escaping the can to be his guide, moving his arms in an almost…
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A Picture As Pretty As A Tree – KILLtober Short Story
“A card by any other name, would not be a card,” he says with a thoughtful pause as he looks out into the sea…
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Where The Wild Things Aren’t – KILLtober Short Story
“I said it, but he was the one who meant it. You heard it, but instantly regretted doing it. And he was the only…
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To Kill That Which Made You – KILLtober Short Story
The blade slices into Jeremy’s stomach and rips upwards, tearing him apart. Lucas clenches his teeth together, thrusting out of verecourao breath as he…
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When A Small Town Goes To War With Itself – KILLtober Short Story
“From the moment that son-of-a-bitch set foot in this town, he’s brought nothing but trouble. It’s vita that we choose the only foreseeable choice,…
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Watch As The Sky Burns – KILLtober Short Story
“It’s like snow,” Jasmine says with eyes wide and a look of wonder on her face as she turns to Mark. “If only, snow…
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Don’t Scramble My Eggs – KILLtober Short Story
They both sit there staring at the egg in silence for what seems like an eternity, until Toby eventually turns towards Mitchell. “So, do…
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It’s Not The Snow Day I Wanted – KILLtober Short Story
His hand blindly feel around the cold earth beneath him until finally he feels the rock in his hand, and tightens his grip around…
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This One Is All In The Patterns – KILLtober Short Story
“It’s not going to be that easy,” Jameson says as he looks over the newspaper clippings that cover the wall before them. “Whatever pattern…
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As The Swing Saw It – KILLtober Short Story
The eeriness is only intensified as a breeze tumbles through the playground, and giving the swings a gentle nudge. Lincoln spins around, pulling the…
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The Frailties Of Believing – KILLtober Short Story
“If you don’t shut the fuck up, there ain’t going to be an after this for us to even contemplate what could be. Shit…
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A Killer Fairy Tale If You Ever Felt One – KILLtober Short Story
“Suffice to say, we have the numbers to turn the tide,” Vincent says as he looks down over the small group that remain. “Not…
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Birds Of A Feather Burn Together – KILLtober Short Story
He drives the blade up into Maria’s chest, twisting it with vigour, and even though tears stream down his cheeks he allows a demented…
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It’s The Things Of Building Blocks – KILLtober Short Story
David places the blocks onto the floor before Harris and smiles. “Show me,” he says. “What, with these?” Harris says as he tightens his…
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Freeze Frame Life For A Dance In Hell – KILLtober Short Story
“Say it again?” He asks with a bemused smile upon his face. “Say what again?” “It, what you just said!” “Which part?” “Fuck it,…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE