based on my novel cover be teh first to own one and scare your friends.
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 two days at Amazon
Hi everyone I have MALEVOLENT on two days free download at Amazon so came and have a read of the full novel on me.
Yes free download 14th and 15th April
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!
Wednesday, 26 December 2012
My first on line book review
Necroscope by Brian LumleyMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
Ok well I had no idea what I was getting into when I picked this up at a second hand book shop and could not put it down and consequently have now read almost all of teh original series. The characters, plots and sub plots that live in the world that Lumley creates are just amazing and will suck the reader intio not being able to put the book down. The fact he can not only talk to the dead and help them, but also the fact that he builds a team around him that can try and stop the wamphyri threat. Harry Keogh is a one of a kind and is thrown into teh deap end of defending the world from the threat, do yourself a favour the series is an amazing visual stimulation for the brain and a fantastic read, fast paced and at times darkly funny the Necroscope will have you reading all night!
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For all my friends and readers I will now also be reviewing books and movies mainly horror on here for you to read.
Graeme
Tuesday, 4 December 2012
"Not My Soul" - The gripping new novel from Graeme Hawke
And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather fear him who can destroy both soul and body in hell.
Chapter 1 - The Rebirth
The movement was swift and powerful, and as his left shoe was exploded from his foot on impact the rest of his body was a shattered mass of exploded meat and bone, thrown thirty feet from the point of impact by the fully laden truck. Even as his body crumpled in slow motion towards its final resting place his physical mind felt a nanosecond of excruciating pain followed by a dull peace and darkness. The next unit measure of time was immeasurable; it could have been an instant or millennia as far as Joe Griggs was concerned. The realization that he was dead took an instant as he could still feel his limbs and his physical being although he was on another plane of consciousness.
The atmosphere was nonexistent but in his mind it was think like treacle and soot mixed together and blown around, he started to cough and could see no reason why he would need to as his body was a shimmering play on light and dark, there were no angels no demons, yet, and he was stuck in place in a void that lacked any real description to his disembodied mind.
“Hello” I thought I said aloud, but it must be a hangover from my corporeal days as a human, the psychic feedback that left me bellowed for a second time. “Hello! Is there anyone there” I motioned again. Nothing still nothing, shit I must be dead! Is this death, am I transitioning to be reborn or some shit or is this where I stay until what’s left of me dissipates in this mire of dark smoke. I cannot move, nor turn, I just am! Another period of what must be time where I am passed and I have no idea how long it was as I don’t really have any perception of this non reality. I felt something happening, what was left of me was moving at light speed and in an instant I was transported to yet another place where there were more like me, I can’t see faces as such but I can interpret the outlines as shadows of their former selves as I was, and although I really don’t see, I can sense them. Silhouettes shifted and moved around me as if all in the space were looking at each other, Shapes in front were there, then gone in a blink as we surged forward in unison to God knows where.
“God, GOD! Has nothing to do with this place Azurad! Or have you forgotten your father” an evil force of presence weighed upon me at that instant. Other shapes moved some placed unthinking hands over unreal ears, others collapsed in the void and some I could feel were laughing with the respondent.
“You are here for repurposing and rebirth back on the solid plane.” The voice bellowed at me. “And any others amongst you that cannot remember your purpose here should regress into your being and find who you really are before you move past the next holding chase.” It finished.
“Who are you” I motioned toward the large phantom as it glided towards me. It had a physical presence of sorts unlike the rest of us, and was distinctly non human in many ways but in others I felt it to be comforting and almost too human.
“You do not recall your favoured blood and leader in subterfuge and sins of the flesh”. It paused for a time. I am the builder of the tower, the instructor of men, the death of many or the one who seeks revenge, against that so called God for drowning a world that was learning to live upon his created plain called earth”. Again there was a pause I looked in the general direction of the towering shadow and as it moved towards me solid and huge with muscle and tusk its newly formed mouth opened and said “I am Nimrod, right hand to the light bringer: your father!”.
Although I had no body or head my essence swirled in the void and as I hit the front of the moving throng, my presence moved swiftly as one yet again to another darker place that was a holding cell or worse. Again what passes for time in this place transpired and I was left to remember my previous lives, and in all I had lived through eighty eight births and deaths each one as simple as the last, deaths young, old and all ages in-between, from natural causes to being ripped apart by sword and mace in battle. I was also a mother and father many times over as the choice was not mine and never would be. I was a slave to the darkness and I could feel that each time I came back I liked it less each time but the nature of my placing on the earthly plane was to cause as much disruption to the fabric of god’s society as possible, from simple seduction of a good spirit to outright murder.
“What am I” I said now out aloud to myself and the darkness peeled back to reveal a red, purple hue to the surroundings.
“You are the servant of my will Azurad and as your father you do it with a measure of hatred and distrust I cannot create myself.” The voice is simple and light but as oppressive as a water laden towel on pressing over your mouth and nose during torture. The pain I felt and cold although I had no body is excruciating. “You are one of my favoured few and your father my right hand, man? No that sounds too much like the world I send you, let’s just say he is the mace in my armoury.” It said.
“Now are you going to stay a while and recover your thoughts, or do you want to go back in line and await your rebirth.” The words he formed ate through my unfocused self like acid burning a hole in plastic. “No master I would like for to be cast back into the shell I just departed if possible? My life was moving at a rate and I was to enact my plan soon”. I lied.
“I did not see that at all Azurad! I saw a normal life being led nothing to undermine the god state of mind at all or simply create havoc amongst his little toys he calls humans.” Was his painful reply
“No I had plans for action I assure you master, I was luring one so young into a life away from the church and into obscure depravity and drug filled mindlessness.” Again I lied.
I saw glowing embers where eyes should be and a hollow sound as all went dark as the words “So be it” burned my soul.
Pain so much pain was the only thing I could feel and the taste of burnt copper in my mouth, bones and organs shattered beyond repair screamed and bled internal. A woman’s voice was screaming orders, and she was saying “ring 911 he’s alive” I felt my bones tingle and my organs knit as the flesh and blood I owned regenerated and formed a living organism once more. I moaned and opened one eye and all I could hear before I passed out was the soft female whisper in my ear “What are you?”
Copywrite - Graeme Hawke 2012
Monday, 26 November 2012
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