Havok Publishing

Archive - February 2020

Follow the Flame

No more dead corn. Thank goodness for that. I’d checked every ear, terrified that whatever pestilence had killed my crop last year would return again. The corn was my pride and joy, by far my best crop. I sighed. My...

Better Than Here

Shirl Crabfelter rehearsed three rules daily as she donned the counter-girl’s top for Shady Grove Deli & Vendorama. 1. Don't wake Ernhert if he was drinking. 2. Don't show up late for your shift at the Vendorama. 3...

Dangerous Advice

“Another raid has been reported, Your Majesty. We lost the Orion.” I nodded, narrowing my eyes and bracing my feet against the floor’s slight rocking motion. Hopefully I looked as calm as I needed to. “Sunken or...

The Heart of a King: Restitution

“Psst. Lase, where are you?”
“Over here.”
Brande wandered between bookshelves. “Where? I see only books.”
“Yes, isn’t it amazing?” Lase appeared from behind a stack holding four musty tomes.

Immortals

The crisp slip of paper scratches my palm, leaving a stinging cut. These words say I’ve won. That I’m almost guaranteed a shot at being Immortalized. My mother has been smiling at me so long it’s almost become a grimace...

Toby’s Call

The water sparkled green at the far end of the Northwest Coast, a beautifully masked death trap. At least it was a break from the witch hunt playing on all the holocubes in town. Toby kicked a rock and made sure to stay...

Stories That Sing: Winning Stories

We published 142 stories for Season Two: Stories That Sing. Now, we couldn’t be happier to congratulate our thirty-one contest winners! Their stories will be published alongside our Featured Authors and Staff...

Will You Flee or Fight

Drums. Their song echoes through the valley. The ground beneath my feet quivers with each beat, and my heart pounds in rhythm with the melody of war, pumping adrenaline through my twitching muscles. Fear. Its claws dig...

The Sentinel

The wide training room lay behind them, mats rolled away, the monks motionless in parallel lines, eyes lowered. “Are you certain of this choice?" the prior asked. The Sentinel nodded curtly. “My decision stands.” “From...

Bloodlender Babysitter

There were no bats. So weird. Most vampires enjoyed playing into the stereotypes. Throughout her volunteering as a bloodlender, Emily had seen shutters painted blood red, fang-shaped windows, and even encountered guard...

The Hero of Parker City

I know the city has turned its back on me, but it’s still devastating when I see my face on a billboard with the words, “Why are we trusting the Blue Bullet with our lives?” Bitterness stabs my heart as I fly by. The...

Dead Punctual

As old Stanley Gibson stood in the hall, buttoning his overcoat, the phone rang. A scowl flashed across his features. He hated any interruption to his routine. He thought of letting it ring and setting off for his post...