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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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Lost in a haze of darkness, this blog, these stories are my only escape, reclaiming what was mine. The second YouChallenge was to tell…

When the blog began, Matthew served you up with the idea that each week he would take some sort of challenge from you, and…

She peers through the crowd, searching, lifting her nose into the air, his scent is strong, he can’t be more than a few feet…

The new regime was set, Sally was in place, and the other girls followed, Belenti’s cut was sixty, but for a fledgling business, that…

She grips the lead pipe and turns in a circle, her eyes dart frantically around, trying to peer through the darkness that surrounds her,…

I poured Sally a drink and she nervously came and sat beside me, girl could drink, but, I guess if you’d just had some…

So, I’m standing there, my glock smoking, Sally screaming her fucking perky little tittys off, and her boss lying in an ever-growing pool of…

Pinnerforth, that’s the last word she said to me, fuck knows what it meant at the time, but I vowed I’d find out. Her…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE