Hawksmoor : Writing

BOWWOW

BOWWOW

A Story by Hawksmoor


There was a loud bang and a flash of unearthly orange light, the sound like that of a gun vomiting its cleansing fire into the atmosphere, followed by..
SLUSH GUIDE. BIT TWO

SLUSH GUIDE. BIT TWO

A Story by Hawksmoor


Seminal understanding in terms of individual view of microcosm and macrocosm, well, that�s perspective, isn�t it?
SLUSH GUIDE. BIT ONE.

SLUSH GUIDE. BIT ONE.

A Story by Hawksmoor


“I swear to you, when I saw the bag on the bus bench, when I picked it up, I had no idea what was in it.” The black woman in the black ..
COUP

COUP

A Story by Hawksmoor


The thrust of a hand, the turn of a wrist, and the creak of a lithe neck, and the pair of them are ready. “I’m in my business suit,&rdq..
WHATEVER

WHATEVER

A Story by Hawksmoor


WHATEVER “I once knew a man who claimed that no man is an island in and of himself, or some such s**t. Anyway, it may sound like a line o..
WE ARE ALIEN

WE ARE ALIEN

A Story by Hawksmoor


Aliens birthed and taught to be human and what it means to be human. Eventually, even the dumbest of us catches on. Adulthood comes and with it comes ..
Eish!

Eish!

A Story by Hawksmoor


For my little brother, my Fat Cubby, Jorge.
Vertical Descent Point. PART 5

Vertical Descent Point. PART 5

A Story by Hawksmoor


21st November, 1943 Oh s**t, how am I gonna do this? Will she be proud of me for doing this? I hope so. I hope she'll be proud of me. Here ..
Vertical Descent Point. PART 4

Vertical Descent Point. PART 4

A Story by Hawksmoor


The assailant, whose name was Edwin Thompson, was hurled from the site of a particularly horrific mass murder in the most squalidhell hole of Da..
Vertical Descent Point. PART 3

Vertical Descent Point. PART 3

A Story by Hawksmoor


In time, Tattoo, Old, and Fat left Colonial Way behind. Old sniggered and cocked a thumb back at the sidewalk that the three of them had overtaken. ..