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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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He places his hand on her leg and she smiles, how long she had waited for this night, for years Clint never paid any…

Jim Slovak is pushed into the booth by the security guard and looks around the court room, eyes staring viciously at him, and he…

“I’m retired Andy, I don’t do any of that shit anymore, too many close calls, too close together, I was done, still am, so…

I stand here like a total moron staring bewilderingly into her big green eyes trying to make words come out, but I can’t, I…

Now the story I’m about to tell you took place a long time ago in a city far, far away. Actually I’m lying, I…

The darkness of his eyes drags her further into the depths of his soul and she lets a tear run freely from her face…

The rain pours down relentlessly from the heavens, crashing into the roof of the small cabin as if it is trying to tear its…

He stands in the doorway, looking out into the cold night, firmly gripping a shot gun in one hand and a half empty bottle…

To say my brother and I have had an eventful life would be putting it bluntly, you could say it started when we first…

Damon Welford slams the door shut and slowly steps backwards and falls to the ground in a heap, tears rolling down his cheeks, his…

The small house shakes violently and Ollie tumbles off the couch and crashes into a pile of beer cans that litter the floor, he…

She sits in the attic and stares at the large dusty, cobweb covered chest and nervously wipes them away from around the lock and…

He clutches his father’s hand tightly and wipes the tears from his eyes, he watches as his father, this man who has always been…

He feels his face and grimaces with pain, the deep cut under his eye flows freely with blood, he places the sleeve of his…

She digs her fingernails into the floorboards and drags herself closer towards the doorway and looks over her shoulder in desperation, over at his…

Stay classy, what the fuck is it supposed to mean? I mean seriously, when some fucking numb skull gives you a wink and says,…

She runs a hand through her hair and grips a clump of it in frustration and looks across the table at him, he smiles uncomfortably at her,…

The wind blows through the trees, scattering it’s leaves through the air with a ferociousness, sending them floating helplessly across the park. Clive Foster…

Melinda sits on the side of her bed, and the tears run down her face uncontrollably as the day finally takes its toll on…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE