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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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What’s life if you don’t break a few dozen eggs, of course when I say eggs, I mean whatever piece of shit comes your…

She sits, starring towards the puddle, no thoughts move through her mind, no questions hang from her tongue. She slowly looks up, towards him,…

He sits down in the seat and runs his hands through his hair, then drives his head into the table, letting out a groan.…

“It was December, I’m pretty sure it still was anyway, mainly because when I remember any of it, there’s always Christmas decorations up everywhere…

“It really is beautiful,” she says as she lays next to him on the grass, tightly holding his hand. “I know, it’s a shame…

Inspiration, where does it come from? For the following story, the inspiration came from a drawing created for Inktober and Drawlloween by my good friend…

“On the darkest night, spirits take to flight, coming for your soul, so watch out kids, young an old, because the beast will smell…

“Please Norris, don’t do this, don’t listen to their words, I don’t want to be part of it all, I don’t want my family…

“Don’t kid around Jason it’s not funny, what if something really happened to Sammy, what would you do then?” “Well I wouldn’t feel like…

“Now just relax, this, is a safe room, and I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do,” he says…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE