THE STORIES ARE WAITING
THE
ARCHIVE
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.
THE COMPLETE LIBRARY

“Yesterday was nothing but a test for tomorrow, while there is no test for today,” Carver says proudly. “Yesterday was nothing but a test…

He falls to the ground into to ever-growing pool of blood. His hands tighten into fists as he forces himself to all fours before…

“There was a movement beneath that gave all my fears life as I realised that not only was I broken by the betrayal of…

He digs the blade in up to its hilt and twists. “F-F-For no greater r-r-reward,” Victor stammers before falling to the ground motionless as…

“James, please. It’s not like that and you know it. It was a spur of the moment fling that became something else, something unexpected.…

“A facsimile of a lie is what you are Devon! Nothing more or less. Your existence began with a mistake, and so will that…

“The persistence of time is something neither of us are well know for, you could say we enjoy the entanglement of what is and…

“Let’s go back to the beginning, before you saw the two of them on the street. Tell me what happened after you walked out…

Harrow slowly places his hands in the air and smiles broadly. “Well ain’t that a kick in the vagina,” he says allowing a nervous…

There was a moment somewhere in between those few final beats of my heart that I regretted everything I’d done to her. That moment…

“I have ventured through the winds of what was to stand here with you and make this ours to behold. What right do you…

“Dare thee not what you cannot achieve, only do what you must see as a beginning surrounded by the end of something else. For…

“AT LEAST HAVE THE BALLS TO LOOK AT ME WHEN YOU’RE BREAKING MY HEART YOU GUTLESS BASTARD!” Kimora screams as she slaps him across…

The suns rays ripped through the windows like knives cutting through cake. Hawthorn tightly closes his eyes while covering them his forearm. He feels…

“Petrified rat drippings. Are you sure that’s what it was? No I’m not calling you a liar, I just find it hard to,” he…

“Savage does the beasts heart beat, but sorrowful is the echoes of its soul crying out for forgiveness. For you see children even though…

“It’s called, why don’t you get the fuck out of my face,” Hamish says as he glares at Devon with hate filled eyes. Devon…

The door swings open and he charges through swinging wildly with the axe. “Show yourself, you slimy bastard!” He screams as his eyes dark…

“I’m telling you it is the Dagger of Kanthar, it even has a crack along the bone handle that is mentioned in the Arous tablet…

“I never dreamed it would be like this, I never knew these sort of feelings could be possible.” Talrone says with a bemused smile…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE