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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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“It’s not about the money,” he says as he looks into the man’s eyes. “Bullshit, it’s always about money, everything is!” The big brute…

I snap the fucker’s finger, and pull the meaty, stubbly thing right off his hand and toss it onto the floor with the rest…

The bolt rips through his chest and pins him to the ground, he twitches and screams in agony as she places a boot on…

“I’m sorry, I suck at this,” he says as he pulls his trousers up and quickly sits back down, she smiles and jumps on…

He grips her hair, pulling it back, and begins to lick his way up her chest, along her neck and over her chin, coming…

“So when are you going to make your move?” He says as he slaps Peter on the back. “Gross, why the hell would I…

Don’t turn out the lights, that’s the first thing my grandmother told me when I stayed at her house for the first time, don’t…

He makes his way into the club, and stops in the doorway and looks over, across to the girls as they dance around, lost…

The lights flicker and he feels her grip tighten around his throat, he struggles to push her away, but the strength she displays, is…

When the grenade went off I thought it was all over, but I was satisfied that taking Kildone, that fat fucking prick with me…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE