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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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She sits there studying the floor boards, paying close attention to each plank of wood as it run into next, how the grains blend…

“That wasn’t what I was trying to say,” she says as she places a hand on his lap, he looks down to the floor…

“Don’t make me tell you again!” He yells as he drives a punch into his face, sending him crashing to the ground. “So stay…

One hundred days, one hundred days, one hundred creations and still the focus that was initially instilled in his work shines through. He stands…

He digs the knife into the table and looks over into the three scared young men’s pale, frozen faces and laughs. “You boys want…

I feel it run across my face, soaking into my skin, like a sponge, the thick, heavy, sticky substance soon engulfs me completely. I…

He sits across from her, looking into her eyes and she smiles as she gently dabs the serviette on her mouth. “What?” she asks.…

She said the words I knew I didn’t want her to say, for six long years I’ve managed to avoid any issues, avoid any…

“I do this because I love you, you know that don’t you?” He says softly into her ear. “Don’t try and justify this, you…

She grabs his arm tightly and tries to pull him close, but he takes a step away, a tear runs down her face, followed…

“Mister Rivers, come on in, I’m glad you found the time to come and see me,” the man says as he gestures for David…

They all sit around the table, no one really knows what to say or do, so they all just sit there as he tears…

He sits down and looks across the room, past the fools dancing on the floor, past the groups of people chatting along the side…

I sit the knife on the table and stare at it for what seems like hours, days, maybe even years, time means nothing now,…

Steve throws his jacket onto the back of the chair and gently closes the door, locking it as he does, and then confidently strides…

He looks around the room nervously as he grips tightly to the hammer, sucking a deep breath in he takes a small step forward…

The lights flicker violently as he lies there silently and still, his eyes held open by wire speculum’s, a monitor beeps every few seconds…

“Calm, cool and you follow orders and we’ll get out of this in one piece,” he says as he waves to gun around at…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE