THE STORIES ARE WAITING
THE
ARCHIVE
Short horror stories from Tasmania. Ordinary lives, broken certainty, and roads that should never have been followed.
THE COMPLETE LIBRARY
Every story. Every road.
More than a decade of nightmares, gathered in one place. Browse the full archive below—every published story remains here, and every new one joins it automatically.
-
To Think Silly So – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A private doubt becomes a widening shadow and a camera’s unblinking eye keeps score—grief that never belonged to the speaker turns to ash and…
-
A View Given to Something Sold – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
Painted smiles disinfect the memory but scar the body—redemption is sold on cracked stones and the stories we tell become the things that come…
-
A Call Into My Own Arms – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
Time collapses inward and memory answers like tide—each return bends the self until the speaker stands folded inside a call that knows how to…
-
Explode, Explode, Explode – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A failing mind rattles with small detonations, old comforts turning to fractures until identity bursts and only grey eyes and echoes remain.
-
Through the Eyes of Tired Souls – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A looping sorrow tightens the throat as time folds back on itself—tired eyes watch patterns unravel and the body remembers the cost long after…
-
A Pleb of Broken Skin – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A self peels away under watchful eyes—portraits and bodies frame a once life while the speaker begs for sight and release, and needles promise…
-
Let the Deciding Be – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A wish that wandered beyond mercy becomes a mirror for the things we dread—what comes back keeps the shape but not the soul, and…
-
Masks That Stole the Shadow of Reflection – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
Masks that steal the shadow of reflection turn memory into appetite—look long enough and the mirror keeps more than truth, answering with what you…
-
Years of an Eternity Swimming – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A ruined dollhouse becomes the architecture of endless time—broken windows and fallen toys stretch a single moment across a million years until happiness sits…
-
Bound by the Womb – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A tender prayer becomes a binding memory—this verse traces a grief that repeats itself like a cradle and shows how the past holds the…
-
A Sound That Was Always a Name – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A name first learned in the dark becomes a memory that hardens into a carving — this short verse traces how devotion can ossify…
-
I Saw the Image of Your Reflection – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A shattered reflection multiplies the self into wrong versions that call for completeness—each mirrored mistake pulls the speaker toward a last, hollow answer until…
-
Soundless Places Lost Inside – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A dizzying, violent lullaby where mirrors tear and the merry-go-round never stops—this verse drags the speaker through a blooded loop until the final quiet…
-
Moulded Out of Recycled Waste – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A body made from discarded plastics and screens starts to remember and then to answer back—manufactured images claim more than memory and the speaker…
-
A Me Before the Mirrored Sea – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A piano on the edge of wakefulness trims memory into fragments—seasons and echoes circle and the self becomes a garment to be shed. The…
-
Voided Not Validated – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A slice of silence severs the middle of a life and leaves a hollow that remembers—what the void takes keeps its own counsel and…
-
Sliced in the Rhythm of Night – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A piano on the edge of wakefulness trims memory into fragments—seasons and echoes circle and the self becomes a garment to be shed. The…
-
Weighed Down by Harsh Lines – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A weary voice counts the small deaths of routine as the present collapses into rot—sleep becomes surrender and memory a burden that will not…
-
Weeping on the Sitting Board – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A fragile shield fails and nights are stolen by a memory that feeds—pleas fall silent as something older remembers how to hunger.
-
Jagged Pills Going Down – A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
A ritual hush of pills and mirrored lies peels memory into fragments—this verse tracks the mechanical slide from self to shell until what remains…
THE ROAD DOESN’T END HERE