Havok Publishing

Archive - December 2019

The End of Everything

It hardly qualified as a graveyard. Nineteen graves in a single row, no fence, no road, no flowers. The foliage grew unchecked. Raw boulders from the nearby stream served as tombstones. They didn’t need markings, for...

The Voices

Something happened today, and if Papa finds out… He can't know. He can't know I have Voices. When I first heard the murmurs early this morning, I almost jumped out of bed and ran to tell him. I'm lucky I caught myself...

No Longer A Sidekick

I dive from the rooftop just before a second blast sends another explosion of bricks bursting from the building’s exterior. Above me, Captain Tremendous shouts, “Kid, get out of there. Now.” No need to tell me twice. I...

Wilson’s Smile

“You knew this day would come. Why did you insist we stay?” Wilson pretended to load his gun. He had far more potent weapons at his disposal, but he needed the excuse to avoid Maria’s accusing gaze. Outside, hideous...

The Invasion

Rank upon rank, we stand ready. Faces set and stern, wings unfurled, eyes locked forward, swords at our sides—though they will dance like flames in our hands at the first sign of trouble. We have seen battle, terrible...

Dust Bunny Revolution

A grating roar shook the earth as if the apocalypse had just dropped a mixtape featuring cat yowls and broken dreams. The dust bunnies bounced away in terror, desperately searching for hard-to-reach corners to hide from...

Real

Circuits humming, he calmly plotted his next move. There. Jepedo leaned across the table; arms too short to reach while seated and set his bishop down in front of his opponent’s king. “Checkmate.” Father studied the...

Cotton’s First Christmas

Tommy hopped down the basement steps, cupping Cotton’s fluffy brown and white body tightly in his hand. The hamster squeaked like he was saying “Oof,” with each step. The Christmas music Tommy’s mom played faded away as...

Mine

His mottled hands shook as Viktor Engel etched characters into the damp earthen brow. “The good book says it took a word to create the world, eh?” He shuffled back a few steps, flicking the scrapings from his cracked...

Formalities

Crossing my arms, I scowl at his gravestone. It’s a struggle to keep this aria of screams and sobs inside the icy wind of my mind instead of releasing it into the icy wind around me. He’d only seen me cry once; I’m not...

Just Imagination

You check your phone. “I have time to read Havok. Always love Wacky Wednesday!” It’s a dark and stormy afternoon in more ways than one. “Awkward…” mutters Jed, the new kid at school. I fumble my keys to let the four of...