The First Paragraph

This is the first paragraph of my latest. Have a look at Melody 8. Remember that this is unedited.

 

My mother used to sing to me when I was scared at night. When shadows, in corners turned into drooling creatures who wanted to eat me. When the wind wasn’t just benign air, but a drooling demon bent on eating my soul, and my body, bit by sweet bit. I’d lay my head on her chest to feel the vibration of her singing. The song would come out in low tones and hurried breaths, and just slightly off-key. I always thought my mother’s inability to hold a perfect tune made the song better. It was as if mom had put her own touch on the song she’d chosen to sing. Her voice made pleasing chills go down my spine, and make my skin turn to goose pimples. I’d burrow deeper into the blankets smiling into my pillow. Mama would end the song and ask if I wanted to hear another one. If I was asleep she would plant a kiss on my head. The moisture and the soft smack of my mother’s lips would wake me up just enough to see her walking out of my room. Most times I wasn’t asleep, and I’d answer with a muffled yes that came deep from my pillows and blankets. Mama would answer with the same response every time. “Okay smart one.” I never knew why she called me this, and it’s funny to look back now and realize, I’d never asked her why she called me smart one.

I loved the sound of my mother’s voice. All the way up to the day she was put to death because of it.

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The Life of Ants

So this is what I am going to do. My story, The Life of Ants that is coming out May 19th, will be followed by “The Life of Ants, The Hybrid.” I will be releasing this series as episodes every couple of months or so. The story follows Gram, and Robin. Two people who have seen a mysterious orb their whole lives. They finally decide to follow the weird circle and end up changing human history, and evolution. Is it for the better? Well that is for you, The Reader, to figure out.

Here is a sample paragraph of The Life of Ants episode 1

THIS IS NOT A FULLY EDITED SAMPLE

“The hum started under his feet. Subtle at first, a tickle between the toes but quickly it built to a controlled vibration. The rusty walls shimmered with each shake. Gram rubbed his eyes, not sure if he was hallucinating again. The vibration intensified, making Gram’s head shake. His eyes bounced in their sockets and everything appeared fuzzy with rounded corners.

A light shined through the holes on the floor of the box car, making it a solid white color. The whiteness climbed up the walls like milk that had been recently spilled. The white light lit up the car. Gram squinted his eyes against the brilliance of the Train cars walls.

The sudden urge to bolt for the door welled up inside of him but when he looked to his right, the rusty door was no longer there. It was replaced with just more white light. Where there had once been an old latch door handle was now a smooth white surface that seemed to flow, and breath, as if the walls were alive. The size of the box cars interiors shifted from a confined space to a vast hall, and back again. The train cars walls rolled in and out like waves of the ocean, making Gram dizzy. Gram pushed the panic that was trying to force its way into his head out. He needed to be calm. After everything that had happened what did he expect by following a circle of light into the desert. He thought. There was no point in panicking, Gram figured he was here for the duration of whatever this display was. He was supposed to be here. He was supposed to see. He was chosen.”

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Secrets to everything hide in a sleepy little town

How do you know if you’re awake?

My new book The Pool is up for Pre-Order on Amazon. It is priced at 99 cents for a limited time. Get your copy today.

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“Mangled bodies, mangled cars, and a road. The strong smell of ozone from power lines that buzzed overhead. Screaming… The hot Nevada asphalt that burned skin, and the contrast of cool skin from the loss of blood. A child’s action figure lying on a yellow road divider, splattered with blood. The blinding light of a magnesium road flare.

Shawn woke up sweating. The dream still lingered in his head like the slimy bits of a hangover. It stayed trying to tell him something.”

The editing process for The Pool Is finished, and the paperback is ready to distribute. This has been quite a process from the get go, but an enjoyable one. The sequel to The Pool is called The Summertime Stairs and is in the process of taking shape as we speak. I hope you enjoy this world that popped into my mind one day. It was cultivated by living in a small town that holds a lot of secrets, and history. If you have never been to Boulder City you should check it out. Maybe you’ll see something that doesn’t seem quite right, and gets your mind going. Cheers!

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My new story, The Light Through the Water

For a long time I have been thinking about what actually happens after we shuffle off this mortal coil. Do we go to Heaven like most Christians believe, are we reincarnated? Does nothing happen, do we simply turn off? Or are we eternal

My new story The Light Through the Water is almost done. You can Pre Order it here and it will be downloaded on your Kindle July 22nd.

It’s a story that I’ve been working on for quite sometime now and it has put me through the ringer. I think I write stories that have a certain tone, and this one is no different, sometimes stories that are closer to you are the hardest to write. The stories that you put a bit of yourself into. Which made it harder to write about then my story of the droid in A World Without.

For a long time I have been thinking about what actually happens after we shuffle off this mortal coil. Do we go to Heaven like most Christians believe, are we reincarnated? Does nothing happen, do we simply turn off? Or are we eternal… Do we never die because this reality is an illusion, as Einstein said when he tried to console a sister of one of his friends:

Now he has departed from this strange world a little ahead of me. That means nothing. People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion. —Albert Einstein (1879-1955) in a letter of condolence to the sister of an old friend, March 1955. Quoted in Disturbing the Universe (1979), Freeman Dyson, p. 193

I can get my head around what Einstein said, but when I think of these things, my opinion is, I don’t know, and certainly nobody else knows either. The Light Through the Water is a work of fiction that displays one potential outcome of the subject. When you read it I hope you like it dear reader. I hope it gets you thinking like it did me. Pre order it now.

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Walter is ready for Pre-Order on Amazon

My new book “Walter” can now be Pre-Ordered on Amazon. Order it now, and get it on November 28th!

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Walter: Book One [Kindle Edition] Ernie Howard (Author) Kindle Price: $0.99

 

Walter is an odd boy. To say he is not like the other kids is an understatement. Being odd doesn’t win you many friends, nor does it give you anonymity. Kids can be mean… Walter doesn’t care what the other kids do or say to him, because he knows a horrible secret. Walter knows when the world is going to end.
This is Book One of Walter