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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Day 230 – Joyce – Short Story
“It’s not like that, I swear, we’re just mates, honest to god, that’s all we are,” he says jumping up from his seat. “Dude,…
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Day 229 – Why – Short Story
“W-W-Why?” “Why what?” “J-Just why everything. Why do all this, when you knew I wasn’t interested in you. I mean, I never led you…
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Day 228 – Mine – Short Story
“It’s easy you stupid son of a bitch, just dig it in and pull it back out, it’s what it’s made to do,” she…
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Day 227 – Bad Day – Christmas Wish – Part Four – Short Story
I fall to my knees, as the tears run down my face, somethings are worth what they are, while other things, well, they’re just…
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Day 226 – Bad Day – Christmas Wish – Part Three – Short Story
I spat a mouthful of blood out onto the floor, in front of him, and raised my weary fists again, this was it, everything…
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Day 225 – Bad Day – Christmas Wish – Part Two – Short Story
Fucking bastard tricked me, I knew I never should’ve trusted him to do the right thing. Big Poppa Stan had me in a tricky…
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Day 224 – Bad Day – Christmas Wish – Part One – Short Story
I feel it hit me, the pain, everything, it’s not what I thought it was going to be, this job, it’s my last, but,…
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Day 223 – Where Are You? – Short Story
“So tell me, seriously, why the fuck does Christmas turn you into such a sad mother fucker?” She says, landing next to him on…
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Day 222 – Flowing Numbers – Short Story
Sometime, back then, in the time before time, in the place, where dreams were real, and reality didn’t have a place, I was born.…
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Day 221 – What I Give – Short Story
He looks across at them, as they sit, huddled in the corner, fear, dirt, blood, piss, and shit, covering them, their eyes, stare at…
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Day 220 – He Who Runs – Short Story
“Darius, I thought you’d gone?” She says, looking over to his unmoving form in the doorway. “Are you just going to stand there not…
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Day 219 – Evil In Red – Short Story
They say, everything has an ending, every thing, ever created, from the beginning of time, until the end, has it’s whole journey mapped out,…
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Day 218 – Market – Short Story
“You seriously brought this piece of shit from there?” He says, holding up the unusual looking goblet, the rim of it cracked and chipped,…
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Day 217 – Green Zoned – Short Story
“What is, what is,” she says proudly, standing over the bloody and beaten man, who kneels before her. “P-Please, Aurora, can’t you see what…
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Day 215 – Olivia – Short Story
I met her by accident, well, okay, that’s not entirely true. I did mean to met her, but I didn’t go THERE to meet…
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Day 211 – Coma – Short Story
“H-H-How long?” “A while,” she replies softly. “W-What does that mean? Like a couple of hours, a day, a week?” He asks quickly. “Seven…
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Day 210 – The Season – Where It Ends
She grips herself tightly, as a cold shiver runs down her back, and into her groin. “Why’s it so damn cold,” she says, through…
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Day 209 – Schism – Where It Ends
“I don’t want to play anymore,” he says, looking down at the ground. “You don’t just suddenly decided, half way through that you don’t…
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Day 208 – Frail – Where It Ends
“I promise, on everything I hold dear, if you don’t feel mighty different, rejuvenated even, after you take a sip of this here elixir,…
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Day 207 – Time Is Your Enemy – Where It Ends
“I only have one question, it’s really the only question that needs to be asks, the easiest question for you to answer.Why?” “Why what?”…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE