Author Archives: Lee S. Hawke

Dissolution started off as a nightmare. I was running, hard. I was so scared I thought I was going to choke. All I knew was that two men in suits were chasing me and that they were ruthless. And that they didn’t want me, not really. They were chasing a number. A body. An asset. Now, my family is pretty … Read More

  AN: This has been a long time coming and I am super excited about this chance to give back. Just needed to let you know that. Ok, here’s the professional stuff: MEDIA RELEASE 22 MARCH 2016 AUSTRALIAN SCIENCE FICTION AUTHOR LAUNCHES CROWDFUNDING CAMPAIGN FOR LOCAL SCIENCE Melbourne, Victoria. Science fiction and science have always had a mutually symbiotic relationship. … Read More

Magic came to the world in flowers. They came from below, out of season and out of time. They split through concrete and brick and bridges and made the air a thickly scented haze of soft pollen. The ones who survived the deadly assault on the human immune system woke to find the world already mourning the ones who hadn’t. … Read More

This story appears in Division: A Collection of Science Fiction Fairytales. RICHARD SITS ON a couch that’s too soft, waiting. He’s given up trying to get comfortable. Even shifting only reminds him of the cold sweat misting his skin and the empty space in front of him where his eyepiece should be projecting. He’s overhyped, a raw nerve. Maybe he … Read More

The courtroom flickered over her face. Blue light. Pale. Calming. Frightening. It washed out everything, made the judge look inhuman, made its eyes look as distant as an empty sky. “Ms. Ling,” said the avatar. Its fingers flexed down on the sensor, rapping down like a gavel. “I hereby find you guilty of theft. As this is your second conviction, I … Read More

Tiredly, I play Death. It weeps rust as it settles: coating our hair drawing ash over ruins of the old world sleeping. We sit deep in its bowels, using its legs as a table. My sister tosses The Hierophant. The card flutters face down – too late. Far too late. In seconds it is gone. She pays its skeleton no … Read More

I have a history of mental illness in my family. I consider myself fortunate that it only gave me depression when I was thirteen (the year of dealing with compulsory shit, apparently). However, it’s left a permanent squatter inside my head. A voice that I’m sure many of you are (sadly) familiar with. One day while I was staring at … Read More

I want to say that when I was young, I loved fairytales. But that would be a lie. Love is not the right word. I was obsessed with them. I enjoyed Disney well enough, but what I craved most was eating through Hans Christian Andersen and Aesop and then digging back even further to the older versions that haunted me.  … Read More

Between the ages of around four to fourteen, I pretty much read anything within a ten-metre radius that had pages and a spine. I read trashy spy thrillers next to Lord of the Rings and then jumped straight into non-fiction survival handbooks and guidebooks about spiders. I chewed through the Belgariad and the Mallorean in weeks and it became a … Read More