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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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“Don’t give me that sort of shit, you do what I need you to do, or I’ll take everything you’ve got and burn it…

“I do not believe you Sharon, you’re making it all up!” she says as she pulls the pillow up towards her face, then slowly…

“What does it take to make things work better when they really should just end, it’s a complex question that many people have asked,…

“How many times have I told you, not to get involved in shit that’s got nothing to do with you!” He yells at the…

“Don’t be smart Jensen, it’s not your strong suit,” He says as he places the revolver on the table and looks over towards the…

The wind gently blows through the car wreckage, whisking through the smoke that slowly drifts up from the engine, he slowly leans back in…

“So what, you think he’s an alien just because he’s too good?” She says with a laugh as she takes a long drag on…

“The key is hidden, under a stone, in the back yard, she said, which fucking stone?” Grace says as she stands in front of…

The knife scrapes along the side of the tin shed, like fingernails along a blackboard. He slowly makes his way around the other side…

“I don’t care, it’s mine, so you can just go fly a kite or something!” He yells as he runs from the room, his…

He grabs the bag and rushes out the door, diving into the car and slamming the door behind him, “Fucking go, NOW!” he yells…

One of the first people I met when I started this blog, was a man by the name of Dermott Hayes. His blog Postcard From…

“I could’ve hidden longer, I could’ve ran,” he says as he looks into the glass, and watches as the bubbles float to the surface.…

I sit here, staring at the screen, lost in the emptiness of the blank page, frozen, like a lifeless, wordless, thoughtless mannequin. I feel…

“Sometimes it’s best to just leave things alone Nicole, you won’t like what you find out,” her mother says as she slams her mug…

Sanderson grabs the metal fence post and rips it from the ground, swinging it violently at the small crowd who slowly descend upon him,…

Every day for the last six months she’s been there, well okay, not every day. Actually I’ve already fucked this up, and it’s ruining…

Ivan drops to his knees and the knife falls to the ground, blood spills from his side, cascading down his leg, quickly forming a…

He looks towards the front of the line and sighs, turning back to her he smiles and shrugs his shoulders. “I’m so sorry, I…

“You think you’re better than me? You think you’re worth more than you’re getting paid?” “I think I’ve done a lot for this company,…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE