Havok Publishing

Archive - January 2019

Tell the Wolves I’m Home

I was surrounded. There, atop the ruins of what was once a great symbol of power, I lifted my hands in surrender.

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NewU Life Agency

“Thank you for calling NewU Life Agency, where your dream life is only a phone call away. This is Zoran.How may I be of assistance?” The demon stifled a yawn with a clawed hand.

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Only Human

I have started to turn.
The others haven’t noticed. The rot, the size of a cigar burn, is on my right wrist. I’m wearing short sleeves, so I can’t hide it. I keep my arm turned over and favor my left, flipping switches, preparing for take-off. It won’t do to have a pilot who’s infected.

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Arresting Behavior

“Nobody believes in evil anymore.” She sighed a long, laborious sigh.
I wanted to prove her wrong. I wanted to go right out and commit the most heinous act I could think of. But I couldn’t. Things just didn’t work that way anymore.

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January Is Almost In The bag!

Winter has most of us firmly in its frosty grip, and January 31 is flying at us with the speed of something very, very fast. When it arrives, we’ll be celebrating publication of our first 23 out-of-this-world stories about REBIRTH. Our Havok Horde continues to grow, and we are impressed with the levels of participation

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Second Honeymoon

“Come on Lianna, I got you.” I gripped her hand as I led her down the boulders. We descended toward a deserted cove surrounded by white cliffs where glistening sand beckoned us to play among the turquoise waves. Wearing flip-flops, Lianna hadn’t planned to do any rock climbing on this trip, but she rose to the challenge with a grin and her teasing line, “I’d follow you anywhere, Bo.”

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Beautiful Corpse

He wants to dig up the body.

“This is a bad idea,” I whisper to my father beneath the light of the moon.

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Of Life and Breakfast

The man stood on my front step, white suit hanging over his unnaturally tall, thin frame, my morning paper in his hand. I pulled my bathrobe tighter and blearily glanced from his rainbow wig to my paper as I processed his greeting.
“So… you said you’re the grim reaper?”

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Life Cycle 63

Death didn’t chase him. It surrounded him. It was just dormant for the next twenty minutes.

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The Chameleon

If I’d been smart, I never would have taken that dame’s job. Never should have left the office.

With the afternoon sun blazing down, I watched from my window as Mrs. Malloy strode down the street with her blond hair caught up in a net, a knit cardigan over her shoulders, and plaid skirt skimming her knees.

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The Mythington Minute

Phenny’s Dream

Phenny shares his dream, inspired by Martin Luther King, Jr. and his historic speech.

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