HKWC Anthologies

When she digs up the brother she murdered twenty years ago, Antonia Severan discovers that the dead aren't always as lifeless as they should be.

High on drugs Toby catches the last MTR train of the night, not yet grasping the fact that he's dead. The train takes him to the end of the line, conveniently located under Pok Fu Lam cemetery.

Abusing the power that comes with being a billionaire’s daughter, Tempest Tai pulls strings to appoint herself curator of an exhibition showcasing Hong Kong’s culture. With disastrous results.

When their fee for a dodgy IPO is paid in drug-tainted cash, the directors of an investment bank must decide what to do with thirteen million dollars stacked up on their boardroom table, preferably without being arrested for money laundering.

A respectable expatriate is fired by his employer of thirty years – and by his wife. Desperate to move on, he stumbles into having dinner with a woman from a very different background.

A banker obsesses over his new Ferrari and the symbols of status that come with the corner office. In the space of a single afternoon he manages to blow the lot in one spectacular incident.

Over drinks in a grotty SOHO bar, a vampire pours her heart out to her next meal – lamenting her inability to find love, or get a tattoo. The latter being more important.

Nearing the end of his life, an old man looks back on the changes he has witnessed in the city he calls home. Smoking now legalised drugs does nothing for his coherence.

If Persephone, and the other gods of Greek mythology were transported to modern Hong Kong, just how degenerate would they become?