Alex Hawksworth
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Full time History teacher and part time writer. I try to write the kind of stories I would like to read.
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A Lesson from my Father
My father named me Ishmael. I suspect that he did it as a joke, somehow knowing that I would grow up to work on boats. He certainly didn’t do it because of a love of Herman Melville’s writing; other than the Sunday papers, largely for the obituaries and sports pages, he read very little. He wasn’t Jewish either. No, my father was the sort of Christian who attended church every couple of Sundays each month (ours was a run-down little Presbyterian chapel, its white paint stripped in parts by sea foam and salt air) but otherwise thought little of religion. That was probably why things didn’t work out with my mother, who thought a great deal about religion (but of course, made an exception when signing the divorce papers).
By Alex Hawksworth4 years ago in Earth
Sinister Delivery, First Class
“You must deliver the package to Hannover House, Fife. It must be delivered tonight. During the journey, the package must remain fastened in the front passenger seat. You are not to open the package. None of these instructions are to be ignored. You will receive payment upon delivery; five thousand pounds, as stated in the advertisement. Do you understand?”
By Alex Hawksworth4 years ago in Horror
Return to Manor Farm
Snowball had lost count of the years that had passed since he last stood inside the big barn. Hoary and white-whiskered, he was far thinner than he had been on the day he fled from Manor Farm. The years had not been kind to poor Snowball; the skin on his shotgun-scarred back was taught and sun-bleached and his trotters were calloused and cracked.
By Alex Hawksworth5 years ago in Fiction
