Archive - May 2020
During our Facebook Launch Party for our Season Two: Stories That Sing anthology, we solicited questions from attendees. One of them, or rather three-combined, had to do with our magnificent Havok Story Podcast. So we decided— You stink at this, Ling, so I’m taking over. Phenny here, with our almost-as-amazing-as-me Podcast Narrator, Magnus Carlssen. Magnus,Read it now
The hero of the Hoard War was a coward. The legions of ash-stained soldiers who watched her in awe, whispered of her great feats, and saluted her every step just didn’t know it. They looked at her and saw a hero come to save them and extinguish the dark. They didn’t seeRead it now
The bounty hunter turned to stone, hatred etched permanently on his features. Veyja stumbled away as the reptilian mass that passed for hair among her kind hissed in satisfaction. Her hand went to her throat and came back stained with a tiny drop of blood drawn by the tip of the hunter’s dagger.Read it now
I spent New Year’s Eve picking up my body parts from the sidewalk.
The streets were filled with people. It was dangerous to make my way through the crowd, but I wanted to get to the coffee house to ring in the New Year with some friends. When the old woman staggered towards me,
By all standards, Tony was cute. So few guys ever looked like their profile pictures, but he fulfilled his wonderfully. Nice smile. Stunning eyes. And praise the Lord, he knew not to wear cargo shorts on a date. Or ever.
We ordered appetizers, taking in the view from restaurant’s second story patio.
Phenny Phoenix here! Havok you heard the news? I’m the new weekend correspondent! What was Havok thinking? It’s time to announce Havok’s Top Stories for April. Before I do, can you guess which of Havok’s genres is my favorite? …??? Wacky Wednesday, of course! They’re the punniest. Unfortunately, for Wacky, our top story for April wasRead it now
One of the ways we love to wreak Havok is by holding contests. Authors submit stories to determine who will get published on our daily ezine. (Yes, publication is a contest. May the best stories win!) Readers vote and rate the daily stories to determine which wins the Readers’ Choice Award. Our daily editors andRead it now
The blizzard howled around the entrance of the cave, sending flurries of ice and snow washing over the floor. Normally that wouldn’t concern me, but it was summer.
I blinked, looking away from the white swirl and focusing on Ma, who shivered slightly and blew a steady stream of fire into the pit between us and the storm.
No one notices a lamp. Like, you wouldn’t look at the lamp in your living room and think, “Wow, I really need to watch what I say.”
Of course not. You’d say whatever the heck you wanted.
That’s why I’m currently on Senator Harold Altenstein’s coffee table, listening to him explain