Sunday, 9 June 2013
Saturday, 8 June 2013
Demon Jack - 18 short stories and poems + more
This is my latest novel a compilation of 18 short stories and poetry as well as chapters from three od my novels One still as yet to be released.
see the links below:
http://www.lulu.com/shop/graeme-hawke/demon-jack/paperback/product-21056009.html
http://www.lulu.com/shop/graeme-hawke/demon-jack/ebook/product-21056040.html
Also I have used the book release to coincide with a resin figure of one of the characters in the short story Demon Jack.
http://www.pozible.com/project/25828
Sunday, 2 June 2013
"Of Wolf and Man" - new 1st chapter
new Novel chapter 1 - please enjoy and let me know what you think!
Chapter 1 – Sunrise
The dawn on this Sunday morning in glorious mid May was a serine thing of natures beauty, the red and orange hues as they danced off the green horizon is like watching a laser light show made just for you. Seventeen year old Danny Simms and his buddy Joe Walsh are up early, braving the mountain dew and looking for their first big buck of the hunting season. The camp is a good forty minutes away buried in a remote but beautiful valley in the Mt Massive wilderness area, five miles North West of the serine Turquoise Lake and not far from the “Homestake Reservoir”. The Elk here are plentiful during the cull each year and not many other hunters venture this far in but the bucks are huge and challenging to bag because of the dense forest, but even if they don’t get a kill the area is simply put; breathtaking! The only real danger to either of them was their own personal hygiene, or should be lack thereof! But neither could have anticipated what happen next.
“Snap” a twig in the distance, Danny heard it first and held his fingers to his lips as a shhhh to Joe. The two dropped low and Joe being the lesser experienced of the two had his eyes on Danny for the next move. He motioned with two fingers to move quietly around to the left, army style, and to still stay low. Joe moved slowly still crouched to a tree stump covered by tall grasses but could not make out the figure off into the distance. With his rifle now wedged firmly into his shoulder looking through his high powered scope, all he could see was the general outline of a shadow figure dancing in the dappled morning light, but his brain could not determine exactly what his eyes were seeing. It seemed to be on all fours but then up on two.
Both boys moved like seasoned Afghanistan snipers with barely a noise between then only hand signals and the occasional low grunt. They made sure they moved up wind of the figure as it huddled over something in the distance. Joe thought he was witnessing his first glimpse of Big Foot as it didn’t look like an animal forme through the scope as it stood on two legs at times, but then down on all four to what he thought was a feeding acting. The grey blue moon was Low in the sky almost touching the mountain top but still remarkably full in the sky adding to the minutes they were loosing of twilight as a weapon of surprise against the unknown prey. Danny circled around the other way and was obstructed by trees and motioned for Joe to take over as he had lost sight of the creature. Joe gave very precise instructions for Danny to stop as he went in closer.
He closed the distance of about 30 feet in five minutes being careful not to disturb the creature as it fed. He looked away for a fleeting second at Danny and gave him the “OK” signal with his left hand, looked back to the area where the thing was feeding only to be greeted by Nothing! The tree line was darkened in the dappled light from above and the morning light streaming in just above the horizon now filtered into the trees adding difficulty to the task. Joe looked at Danny and shrugged with a puzzled look of its gone written all over his slightly spotty teenage face. The area they needed to get to was dry grassland about knee high and a few feet away from the rocky outcrops they had been sticking to, if they crawled it would take forever.
Joe was unsure about their next move and as he knelt to take stock of the situation he happened to glance over at Danny. The look on his face was not something he had seen often in their years as friends and it took him back to the third grade playground when Danny wouldn’t climb down the high steps. He started to rise and walk over towards his friend but was transfixed by the sheer look on his face, no mistaking that it was FEAR!
Joe’s mind twitched for the blink of an eye but he never had a chance to understand what was happening to him as his throat was removed with one deft lunge, blood gushing like a broken tap sprayed the surrounding area to about three feet away. Danny sat stunned and transfixed by fear and the unknown, what the fuck was it? It moved so damn fast he didn’t have time to register what in hell it was. He stayed low his first thought now about self preservation as he knew Joe was dead. Pulling the high powered rifle to his shoulder he scanned the area slowly and methodically, too scared to make a sound, but he knew he needed to make it to a clearing it was his only chance to at least see the beast coming. His heart was pumping at 100mph pushing oxygen and adrenaline around his body at an alarming rate, this mixed with not breathing properly started making him feel light headed and a tad nauseous. “Breath you idiot” he thought to himself.
He dare not move but he knew he had to if he was going to survive, his whole being telling him not to move, to wait until daylight proper and then get in the open space about fifty feet to his left, so he had a full view of his surroundings. It would be a forty minute trek back to camp and a phone signal to call for help as they were in a remote area near the dam. As Danny scanned the area in front and each side he slowed his breathing to a manageable state, placed his eye to the powerful lens and scoped the area efficiently using his cadet training. As he scanned the area his mind drifted to the scene of Joe having his throat ripped out by what can only be described as something evil, not human but nothing like he had ever seen before. The Jaws were distended and elongated but only to the point of say a small pug dog the hair was sparse and not thick but ragged and knotted by earth and undergrowth, but it was the eyes he remembered now the most his eyes shut he saw those amazingly beautiful blue eyes. His senses snapped him back to reality.
A single drop of moisture fell on the back of his neck and he could not think why, as the morning was clear and warm. He froze and it was within this split second he smelt the acrid coppery taint of blood, mixed in with what can only be described as sweat and dirty moist carpet. His right hand left the rifle and touched the thick viscous fluid at the nape of his neck and he proceeded to wiped it away. As he then brought the hand into his own field of view his mind froze with his impending mortality.
Danny swallowed slowly, closed his eyes and lowered the rifle slowly holding the shoulder strap in his left hand. His bladder released without warning and he felt the warm sensation of his own urine run unnervingly down his left leg as he heard a low guttural growl and felt the fetid warm breath on his exposed blood soaked skin. In mere milliseconds, he thought of his girlfriend, his mother and father, his sister and then Joe. With that final thought, his spinal cord was split in two as the beast clamped its extended vice like jaws around his solid youthful neck and ruined it forever decapitating him in one fluid motion. The last sight Danny had was the beast devouring his torso for breakfast and then darkness, all encompassing darkness no bright light no tunnel just death.
Tuesday, 9 April 2013
The iPhone 5 Case I designed on CafePress.com
The iPhone 5 Case I designed on CafePress.com
based on my novel cover be teh first to own one and scare your friends.
based on my novel cover be teh first to own one and scare your friends.
Saturday, 2 March 2013
New working Novel Idea - Carnal knowledge - what do you think?
The tiny silver dew drops slid across the golden Orb spiders’ web like liquid mercury flowing down an invisible pipe, the insect an eight armed plumber orchestrating the flow of each drop as it deftly walks across the silken truss. All this beauty is caught as the morning’s ray’s glide seamlessly through the glade of trees and the stifled movement of the attached leaves dancing shadows in its wake, almost inducing strobe light unease.
The silent scream that would never be heard from the now mortis glistening blue lips of the naked corpse sitting under the giant oak tree, a damning edifice of evil and defilement in this most beautiful of resting places. Ugly shades of blue and grey mottled skin defaced the magnificent shades of autumn greens and subtle browns, with a trail of foliage destruction formed by the murderous tyres of a vehicle that so callously dumped the lifeless mannequin in its final resting place. Wounds and damage to the body were instantly evident by the movement of insects, in and out of both natural and unnatural orifices. The coagulated dark red-black of blood and excreta now a haven for flies and crawling creatures from far away all doing their jobs to remove all traces of the expired physical biological form.
The fingers clawed into the shape of a leafless tree branch reaching for an unknown assailant, and mousy blond hair that mirrored that of a scurrying wood-nymph with twigs and leaves strewn at random to offer a hint of camouflage as she ran the forest floor. The twisted visage of the mouth agape with multiple invaders moving in and out seemed to take on voice as a silence shattering scream left seventeen year old camper Tracy Livingston’s vocal chords that voided the surrounding area of any and all bird and wild life.
Tonya Harding was returning home from a totally unfulfilling day of work at her secretarial job in the inner workings of downtown Manhattan, fumes, dirt and a mixture of daily city grime clung to her skin and clothing and gave her the scent of a homeless mans jacket. Opening her red leather handbag she removed her keys and slid the metal inside the opening with little trouble engaging the tumblers and allowing the mechanism to offer her respite in her own inner sanctum of security and warmth.
The figure was upon her before she even fully closed the door behind her in a flurry of arms and yelling an inaudible barrage of linked words that made little or no sense to her disrupted senses.
‘Tonya, you have to help me.....please you have to let me stay here with you someone knows, someone knows’ the urgent and strangled voice of Rob Jenkins bellowed in her ear as her instincts came to play and she lifted her right knee and her left palm to meet two impact points in quick unison, one to the groin and the other under his chin that sent him spiralling backward and away from the frightened woman.
‘Rob, what the fuck are you doing in my flat? And more to the point how did you get in here?’ she screamed at him through the pain in her hand and her stammering heart trying its hardest to recover. The gasping form of the slight and underweight man who lay before her looked scared and pathetic, and as Tonya tried to remember the last time she laid eyes on Rob the door bell rang. ‘You stay there’ she said as she pointed to the prostrate Rob’
Tonya walked the short distance to the door and opened it on the chain. Peering out there was no-one to be seen demanding a signature but a cooler box was lying in front of her door. Opening the door she picked up the large foam container and walked it inside the hall way of her apartment past the still prostrate Rob who now was crying and whispering the words ‘no,no,no,no,no’ to himself and holding his hands up in front of his face. ‘What is your problem Rob; grow some balls will you for god’s sake.’ She said as she walked past him placing the cool container on the kitchen bench top. She admired the pack for its simplicity and then noticed there was no visible address or markings, and decided to peel the tape from around the lid and base. Snivelling Rob lifted his legs and placed his knees under his chin as he sat on the cold ceramic tiled floor, white spirals of colour and shape mesmerised his thoughts as he knew what was in the box and did not want to see.
The sound of foam on foam was always a problem for Tonya and her teeth buzzed with electricity as she lifted the lid and as the fog of dried ice hitting the moist air of her apartment lifted she made out the shape of a human arm, with a solid gold signet ring on it with a large black stone set in white gold. The word ‘Richard’ left her mouth in whisper mere milliseconds before her lunch followed and a warm stream of projectile vomit across the floor and bench. She looked at Rob who was now visibly crying and sobbing uncontrollably and then back to the appendage, seeing the Dragon and Koi fish tattoo.
“Fuck” was the only word that followed!
The silent scream that would never be heard from the now mortis glistening blue lips of the naked corpse sitting under the giant oak tree, a damning edifice of evil and defilement in this most beautiful of resting places. Ugly shades of blue and grey mottled skin defaced the magnificent shades of autumn greens and subtle browns, with a trail of foliage destruction formed by the murderous tyres of a vehicle that so callously dumped the lifeless mannequin in its final resting place. Wounds and damage to the body were instantly evident by the movement of insects, in and out of both natural and unnatural orifices. The coagulated dark red-black of blood and excreta now a haven for flies and crawling creatures from far away all doing their jobs to remove all traces of the expired physical biological form.
The fingers clawed into the shape of a leafless tree branch reaching for an unknown assailant, and mousy blond hair that mirrored that of a scurrying wood-nymph with twigs and leaves strewn at random to offer a hint of camouflage as she ran the forest floor. The twisted visage of the mouth agape with multiple invaders moving in and out seemed to take on voice as a silence shattering scream left seventeen year old camper Tracy Livingston’s vocal chords that voided the surrounding area of any and all bird and wild life.
Six years later
The figure was upon her before she even fully closed the door behind her in a flurry of arms and yelling an inaudible barrage of linked words that made little or no sense to her disrupted senses.
‘Tonya, you have to help me.....please you have to let me stay here with you someone knows, someone knows’ the urgent and strangled voice of Rob Jenkins bellowed in her ear as her instincts came to play and she lifted her right knee and her left palm to meet two impact points in quick unison, one to the groin and the other under his chin that sent him spiralling backward and away from the frightened woman.
‘Rob, what the fuck are you doing in my flat? And more to the point how did you get in here?’ she screamed at him through the pain in her hand and her stammering heart trying its hardest to recover. The gasping form of the slight and underweight man who lay before her looked scared and pathetic, and as Tonya tried to remember the last time she laid eyes on Rob the door bell rang. ‘You stay there’ she said as she pointed to the prostrate Rob’
Tonya walked the short distance to the door and opened it on the chain. Peering out there was no-one to be seen demanding a signature but a cooler box was lying in front of her door. Opening the door she picked up the large foam container and walked it inside the hall way of her apartment past the still prostrate Rob who now was crying and whispering the words ‘no,no,no,no,no’ to himself and holding his hands up in front of his face. ‘What is your problem Rob; grow some balls will you for god’s sake.’ She said as she walked past him placing the cool container on the kitchen bench top. She admired the pack for its simplicity and then noticed there was no visible address or markings, and decided to peel the tape from around the lid and base. Snivelling Rob lifted his legs and placed his knees under his chin as he sat on the cold ceramic tiled floor, white spirals of colour and shape mesmerised his thoughts as he knew what was in the box and did not want to see.
The sound of foam on foam was always a problem for Tonya and her teeth buzzed with electricity as she lifted the lid and as the fog of dried ice hitting the moist air of her apartment lifted she made out the shape of a human arm, with a solid gold signet ring on it with a large black stone set in white gold. The word ‘Richard’ left her mouth in whisper mere milliseconds before her lunch followed and a warm stream of projectile vomit across the floor and bench. She looked at Rob who was now visibly crying and sobbing uncontrollably and then back to the appendage, seeing the Dragon and Koi fish tattoo.
“Fuck” was the only word that followed!
Friday, 25 January 2013
MALEVOLENT - Free Download for three days at Amazon - If you can handle it!
Hi everyone I have MALEVOLENT on three days free download at Amazon so come and have a read of the full novel on me.
Yes free download 13th, 14th and 15th June
Make sure to tell your friends But Only if your up for it, it's brutal and sadistic: but in the best possible way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Make sure to tell your friends But Only if your up for it, it's brutal and sadistic: but in the best possible way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, 24 January 2013
Malevolent - Book review
My first and only book review on Amazon
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I really enjoyed this book. I think it is pretty twisted and
very different from what I have read before. I would caution future readers;
this book is very graphic, and very violent. I love very dark books and this
really fed my appetite. My only complaint is that it needs to be
edited/proofread to clean up grammar, spelling and sentence structure. Other
than that, it was a great read! I will pass this book along to my friends! I
look forward to more stories from this author. I think he has a very dark &
twisted mind that grabs the reader! Thank you for sharing your book!
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