Havok Publishing

Archive - May 2019

Glimpse

“Ice cream, seriously?” Andrew exhaled slowly as Lauren started again. “You’re an adult now. All you do is want to play your guitar or complain about your job or do stupid things like eat ice cream.” On their way to...

Honey, I’m Home

I don’t trust the picture box. The people in it stare as I walk by. They want me trapped inside with them. The animals watch me too—dogs and cats, even the family fish in the tiny glass bowl. I am observed as I observe...

An Armadillo Got Us All in Trouble

Ivy had zero misgivings about bringing her armadillo spelunking with us. Gustave was well-mannered and well-bred. He’d accompanied Ivy to prestigious events, such as opera premiers, royal balls, and lectures on the...

Prey

“I said, hold still.” Landon squints at his phone. I freeze, palm outstretched. Goodness, he’s getting snappy. “Have you got it?” My thighs burn from crouching on the boardwalk. “Almost.” His blonde hair falls into his...

Chrysalis

Long shadows crept down the hallways of the dead ship. The occasional piece of debris floated past, confirming Lianna’s theory that the whole ship had been decompressed. The structure looked intact, but no sign of the...

From the Hive Mind

Our editors answer the question: what is a common mistake you see authors making that keeps their stories from getting acquired? Too much narrative, extraneous detail, backstory, not enough conflict or resolution, and...

The Bloodiest Sword is King

When the stranger reached fifteen paces, Xildar called, “Friend or foe?” “Neither.” The voice peaked like an unripened boy. A fabric hat framed most of his face—a face about eighteen years in the making. His teeth were...

Behind the Bars

The shock of cold water splashing all over my body startled me awake. My eyes frantically scanned the room as I tried to remember what had happened. I am definitely not in my room. The black walls were splattered with...

The Whack-a-Moleist

Friends and fans knew him as Nole the Mole. The internet knew him as a viral failure. Last year, he dueled Herbert the Hammer at the Twenty-Second Whack-a-Mole International Championship for the title of Mallet Master...

Still Human

I died three hundred and ninety-nine days ago. The doctors told me that I didn’t really die. I just lost 46.6 percent of my human body. It felt like dying when they dragged my broken frame out of the rubble and inferno...

Proof

The book was lost. Of that, I had no doubt.
The problem was that it couldn’t remain lost. My life, as I knew it, as I longed for it to be, would not continue without the words my mother had left me.