Brock Stephen Henning has written for the inspirational market, with his latest works geared for readers of Children’s and MG fiction. He’s a cybersecurity professional, musician, fly fisherman, video and board gamer, nature lover, endless reader, and film fan. Brock lives in Colorado with his wife of 30 years, Sarah. Together they raised three kids who love stories and adventures and all the cool things that children’s books inspired them to be.
And so it begins. The haunting, daunting blank page of book number two in the HACKERS series! How many endings will this new story have? Will all the same quirky characters from Book One return in Book Two? Is there a title yet? Lots of unknowns in this early stage, and many surprises yet to … More Hackers Book Two Begins
“This should be book of the year,” said a 10-year-old to her grandfather after reading HACKERS: Worm Eater this summer…and who am I to argue with a 10-year-old? 😉 While HACKERS: Worm Eater may only become “Book of the Year” in the mind of a 10-year-old, there is nothing more gratifying to me as a … More Book of the Year
A HUGE thank you for supporting the launch of HACKERS: Worm Eater this week! In just 72 hours since our June 2nd launch, the book has reached Amazon’s #1 spot for Hot New Releases in Children’s Books on Computer Entertainment & Games. You…are…AWESOME! Let’s keep the momentum going! I encourage you to share with friends … More #1 Amazon Hot New Release!
The Wait is Over! I’m ecstatic to announce HACKERS: Worm Eater is now available for purchase online at major retailers including Amazon, IndieBound, and Barnes & Noble. The eBook is also available for Kindle at Amazon. We’re working to broaden eBook support for other eReaders in the near future, so stay tuned if that’s you! … More Hack the Universe!
What Zombies Wish They Could Tell You To give upyour heartand soulis to lie downwillinglyallowingzombiesto feast;you crythe painwill endbut fear theywon’tfinish the job—and you becomeonealoneof them.Dig deepmy dearholdthe fence lineanother day.I know youwantto quit;Fight.You’re tired;Fight.Rememberyour dreams;Fight.Is it betterto wander alifelessvagabondcravingdeathnever-endingno peace;Fight!Or liveto the end asurefootedSojournerconfident ofhopevictoriousat the risingfrom dirtand rock aHomecoming aNew Nameawaits;Fight!LifeNever-endingLifeNowLifeTomorrowLifeAmongThe LivingWithThe LivingForThe … More What Zombies Wish They Could Tell You: An Easter Poem
Nutty coffee. Blue water gulf.Salty cool breeze. Sun-warmed skin.Squinty-eyed bright.Rolling waves crash.Up and down in my ears. Up and down.Aqua-tan sandbars submerged.Beachcombers on a fifty-five degree day.Most in sweatshirts. The adventurousin swimming trunks, shirtless.Thermal jeans on my legs soakingsolar rays. I feel peace today.I feel joy right now.This moment in time, an island all to … More Prose by the Gulf
Like stars on a treeyour mind sparkleswith dots of brillianceThough darkness and voidfar outweigh the specksof dazzlementBut noticeglobes and candyand toys and tinselornament the voidThe void is material,not emptyMatter exists,not hopelessWhere there is matterthere is something,not nothingWhere there is something,even in emptythere is hopeSee through the darknessStare into itWhat do you see?A reflectionYour face is … More Starry-eyed Dreamers
My life is fleeting before me, but I pause this morning to capture the beauty and grace before my very eyes, frame by frame, but not mechanical like a movie projector. Flowing. I watch my 13 year-old daughter wrap the black ribbons around her ankles. Her feet positioned just so as she ties each knot, … More Missing the Pointe
Five Spoons to rule them all, Five Spoons to find them,Five Spoons to bring them all and in the chocolate bind them
Roads branchinto lanesbearing fruitof tiny farms,a patchwork quilt.Ten thousand feet. Angelsblow smokeover the hills,settlesin ravines.Twenty thousand feet. A thin bandof yellow and red,smudgesthe horizon–blue above, gray below.Thirty thousand feet. Angelic smokenow covers all,an untaut blanketrippled with wavesfrozen in time.Forty thousand feet. The white carpetwelcomesHis entrance,too brightin my window.And holding.