Havok Publishing

Archive - October 2019

Perfect Storm

I’d been studying the atmosphere for years now. Years. All in the hopes of establishing the data to corroborate the impossible. But I should explain, I suppose. Over forty years ago, I was born under a perfect dragon...

The Heart of a King

King Falton stared at his empty banqueting hall. This would be his third midwinter feast since taking the throne. The first had been subdued in honor of his beloved father’s death. The second had been a debacle...

Split

“Mr. Everhart, you’re daydreaming again.” Mrs. Crandle taps the screen at the front of the room, her finger poised like a knife, ready to slice through what’s left of my dignity. At that moment, the heavens smile. “Mrs...

The Bearfoot Boys

Lance sat his lanky self on a stool at the end of the outdoor bar and watched the Cadillac parked at the end of the deserted beach. A September breeze pushed off the lake and chilled the air. Perched on the car’s hood...

Flynn Flybear to the Rescue

I wound my way through octahedron-shaped tables occupied by a variety of alien species and approached the only other human in the bar. “Fancy meeting you here, Flynn.” As soon as his hazel eyes rested on me, I wished...

Reign’s End

The king sits on a throne of broken bones and watches the girl cross the desert, carrying his death with her.  The air burns Jana’s throat when she inhales, heat wicking the moisture from her mouth. She has walked for...

On the Back Alley Wall

She stood before the back alley wall. Chalk and marker, spray paint and ink splattered the bricks, but all she saw was blood. The entire wall oozed it, out of the alley, down the street, and through the capital city...

Dinner for Two

Melvin pulled two ties from his closet and held them up in front of the mirror. He’d been single for so long, it was hard to believe he’d connected with Sophie as well as he had. “Lexi, search restaurants near me.” The...

Battle Scars

Bombs fell. Comtrak dove for cover, barely in time. Tiran disintegrated into pink mist. The blood sprayed on Comtrak’s fur. As he crawled toward where his brother had stood, his ears rang with the sound of the blasts...

Just a Case of Distorted Reality

I shut to door to the conference room behind us. “Sir, please calm down.” “I’ll calm down when I get some answers.” Mr. Buxton rounded on me. “My boy went missing for more than twenty-four hours and no one can tell me...

Charlene

Roy pulled the cover back and took a long look at Charlene. His heart pounded as he slid his hand along her backside. He figured she had rested long enough. “Wanna go for a spin, baby?” Charlene was in pristine...