Havok Publishing

Archive - November 2019

Static

Finlay’s alarm blared at eight a.m. ship’s time, waking him from another dream about Alaia. He opened his eyes to a room flooded with cold light. The stale, chilly air of the ship filled his lungs, and the distant...

Susurrations

By the time she reached the age of fourteen, the rest of the faefolk knew that she would not get any stronger. Such a shame, they’d whisper as she drifted through the square. She’ll never find a trade, they’d mutter as...

Careful What You Hunt For

Genies don't like to be called monsters. We monster hunters like to disagree. Sure, they're beautiful. Sure, they'll give you three wishes. But you have to catch them first—before they mess with your head, or turn...

Finding Jack

I love you. –Jack I sat on the roof of the barn, reading the note over again. I didn’t know a Jack. I’d already searched the school, asking every unknown boy if his name was Jack—yes, I’m that type of person. No Jacks...

Precious Dirt

Amara hummed as she worked in her tiny lab, her makeshift greenhouse tucked into a corner of the roof of the industrial complex. She remembered reading about a study done many years ago on the positive effects of music...

Thanksgiving with the Little Prince

Prince Stewart Johannes Percival Ashford rolled over in his antique sleigh bed, yanking the Egyptian cotton sheets over his head. “Humphrey, go away. I’m sleeping.” Humphrey ignored the command, as he did every morning...

Fool’s End

Wisps of charcoal gray wafted on the wind. The smog gave the illusion of ghosts preceding me to the alley. Perhaps it was ghosts, the three murdered souls beckoning me to their killer. I suspected the victims, each...

In Dreams

I saw through everything in that magical ballroom. Chandeliers cast a warm glow, but I knew which shadows would hide me. The orchestra played a lively reel, but I knew the immense pipe organ in the balcony above could...

The Heart of a King: Stolen

Crash! Lase sighed. She hated doing this, especially with her brother. “Yuck!” More banging. “Tim, quiet! We’ll get caught,” she hissed. “What do you even take from an apota...apot-a-carry?” “Apothecary, you dolt. We’re...

When Robots Howl

I shambled to the mailbox on day 37 of the most boring summer ever. “1000 FREE MINUTES!” the little, blue, compact disk screamed. It looked like a dozen other disks we’d received in the mail and subsequently relegated...

Getting Jitters

It was 7:00 p.m. on a muggy summer Sunday—a time when any sane man would’ve been at home with a cold one, but there'd been word that the gangster known as Jitters was bringing in a shipment that night—and I was at the...