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"I got my eyes on the Ace I think I can do it. I got the cards in my hand I think I can prove it."Excerpt from "The Man ...
12/29/2024

"I got my eyes on the Ace I think I can do it. I got the cards in my hand I think I can prove it."

Excerpt from "The Man in the Hat":

"So what makes you so confident, Jack?" Rosie returned, "You seem so --I don't know. Just plain nervous about everything else. But there's something else. I know it. I can see it. But I want you to tell me."

Jack shifted the wide brim of his purple hat and grinned. A cut of shade crossed over his eyes.

"C-cards are easy because t-they speak just like people. T-the table is the w-world and everything is set. To most its hard to know w-what you'll get. Not w-with me though. I can see it. I can feel it. That's what makes it so hard. Everyday is a new game and w-when it comes to a lot of people--s-sometimes that's just to m-many cards for me to read."

Jack paused and threw another stone into the river, sighing. Rosie detailed the reflection in her eyes. Jack went on, "T-that's why I get so n-nervous. Everyone is l-like a different deck on t-their own. Anyone can assume anything. N-not regular cards though. You know em for w-what they are. That's what makes cards true."

The Man in the Hat is coming along quite well I am 121,220 words as of now. It is a haunting historical narrative that w...
10/19/2024

The Man in the Hat is coming along quite well I am 121,220 words as of now. It is a haunting historical narrative that will take the reader back to the year 1939--right before the beginning of WW2. It's all about a poor broken hearted shoe shiner who wants to make it big. Here is a rough sample:

The piercing rays of the afternoon sun blinded Jack like hellfire. He threw his arm up to shield his eyes as he stumbled out of the lodge house.

Despite the grey veil of clouds it took a moment for his vision to return. The encroaching sounds were quite vivid however. They seemed to enrapture his senses, swallowing him up in a wave of claustrophobic mania.

Downtown Zanesville was always busy on Sundays, especially once the churches had dismissed their parishioners. Thousands of muttering mouths bit and gnashed through the chilling air in every direction. Some distant, others far off, signs of illness ruptured from muffled coughs. The most prominent voice among the mass was the shouting paper boy.

“Get your Sunday paper! Read all about it! The Duce wants peace with Hi**er! Catch the latest!’

Honking horns ensued over the piping voice and the coming stench of exhaust fumes seemed to usher missing colors back into the picture. With wide nervous eyes, Jack's fearful gaze shifted and fought to assess the bustling crowd.

Mismatched faces bobbed and weaved everywhere. All were different, but everyone looked the same. Shuffling about, new pawns in an old game. It was chaotic and lively; despite the established order. Anything could happen, a probable horror.

That's the scary thing, you don’t know what to expect. The weak and the weary, a targeted threat.
Jack didn’t notice he was beginning to hyperventilate. His wandering mind was detached; tossed like a baseball out into the twisting maze.

His legs grew wobbly and he shivered. Clutching his elbows, he drew back from the river.

The brick wall behind him seemed to sn**ch at the wool of his coat from the friction. Jack didn’t know what startled him more. His back against the wall or the shout, but then the words came again, this time more intelligible.

“Hey, Jack! You’re name is Jack! My name is Jack, too!”

Jack turned towards the call, peering across the busy, honking sea. A bouncing bowler hat seemed to sweep away within the midst of the bustle. Jack squinted, peering past the glinting hoods of Coupes, Tudor Saloons, and Studebakers. The dingy bowler hat appeared again, this time more clear. Jack recognized the impish looking man immediately. Everyone called him Railroad, but his name was also Jack.

Another short story collection I'm working onI. Death By DecreeII. Mirrors of Hidden TwilightIII. The Court of UmbraIV. ...
08/23/2024

Another short story collection I'm working on

I. Death By Decree
II. Mirrors of Hidden Twilight
III. The Court of Umbra
IV. Forbidden Fruit
V. Sancta Nuptiarum
VI. The Trumpets of Carcosa
VII. King’s Disciple
VIII. A Cavern of Crows
IX. The Blank Vellum
X. Unmask

Hopefully I can have my first short story collection finished by the holidays"The drumming in my ear, it keeps on ringin...
07/24/2024

Hopefully I can have my first short story collection finished by the holidays

"The drumming in my ear, it keeps on ringing. The chime in the song it keeps on dinging. The longer I stay on the line I keep on thinking. Is this reality or am I just dreaming?"--Please Stay On the Line

I. The Maintenance Man
II. Face Swap
III. Please Stay on the Line
IV. Land of the Dead
V. The Boy in the Wall
VI. Holy Diver
VII. The Starved & The Hungry
VIII. Pig
IX. The Re(a)d Killer

If you have Spotify click the link and check out 'The Bridge Between Two Rivers' audiobook.It's a story that takes place...
07/12/2024

If you have Spotify click the link and check out 'The Bridge Between Two Rivers' audiobook.

It's a story that takes place in Zanesville and it's all about growing up in the Y Bridge City. Everybody knows it can get kind of crazy sometimes and this is a story filled full of bad decisions and mistakes. I should be ashamed of it, but I'm not because the events of this story made me who I am today

No regrets

Listen to this audiobook by Ahnzerah Hawke on Spotify

Darkness pervades gnawing away at your neck, taste it favors in the blood from the let. These figures of shade they seek...
07/08/2024

Darkness pervades gnawing away at your neck, taste it favors in the blood from the let.

These figures of shade they seek out the weary and the humble, digging within your mind by the rattling mumble.

The tormenting whispers play about in your dreams, woken in the night torn about by the screams.

Lost in the spiral, the chatterers encircle, sunk into the sand by a vacuuming hurtle.

Twisted and eaten I am in the hole, the look in my eyes doesn’t bear the same soul.

The devils have found me and reaped their toll. By the harvest, blackened by the burning coal

07/02/2024
I'm going to put these flyers EVERYWHERE. One is for online purposes and the other with QR codes is for everywhere else ...
05/03/2024

I'm going to put these flyers EVERYWHERE. One is for online purposes and the other with QR codes is for everywhere else (physical world). Maybe if you go to Guam you'll find one there too 🤷‍♂️ idk.

I'd love for folks to share the online one, though. That would be pretty awesome. I'm really proud of these flyers. I think I did a good job

The Man in the Hat is a different type of beast. Here is a sample:The clouds rumbled overhead, and Jack shook in his ste...
05/02/2024

The Man in the Hat is a different type of beast. Here is a sample:

The clouds rumbled overhead, and Jack shook in his stead. His eyes didn’t look ahead, but peered above at the flowing, seamless gray sky as he walked. Even the clouds have a path. They seem to stalk, Jack thought as he drew in a cold, chilling breath; a bitter savior pulling him from the throngs of death.

Suddenly, he felt a trickle go down his cheek; a stroke of sorrow running down in a streak. For a moment Jack believed it was beginning to rain, but the drops ran seamless with the crippling pain.

The heavy burden drained from his soft blue eyes; flooding the hope for a smile to disguise. He hung his head and wiped his cheeks dry quickly; seeking to hide what hung so grimly. I don’t want anybody to see. They will all just make a joke out of me.

Jack continued his walk through the razor sharp breeze with his head hung low to hide from the freeze. His swelling sockets bled full with the flood; his gaze it teetered finding rest in the mud. I wish I didn’t have to see the doctor today. He doesn’t need to see me this way. I don’t want him to perceive the decay.

Dr. Stanley normally never accepted patients in his home, but his office was destroyed in the most recent flood. The river it raged running across many towns; murderous waves, it’s victims they drowned.

Jack found refuge on higher ground, beyond the window thunder growled in the clouds. He rocked and teetered, clawing at the shaved sides of his head. The building it rocked, shaking in it’s stead.

Tremors of fear pursed across Jack’s sweating brow, dark strands they hung, shielding his eyes from the prowl. The pounding pitter patter seemed to never cease; the fear it rippled running it’s course like a disease.

The worn brogues on Jack’s feet clicked down the walk as he passed a group of old withered pines that held a hawk. The branches carved across the crow filled sky. The cawing of the crows is a constant hum within the mind. Another thought lost to the drear of time.

Cars cruised down the road in a seamless shuffle; the honking of horns stifled the muffle.

All of them, everybody it seemed had a destination to reach. A meager, mundane task subject to a routine. Everyone was at service to a deed. Not a sense of adventure where one could be freed.

A boy bounced his ball down the walk and ran towards Jack across the fading chalk. The sight of the child getting lost in the play brought joy to Jack’s heart; it was the first time he had smiled all day.

Ya see, kids always get to Jack the most, they always seem so happy. A faith in bliss, rising a sunken valley. Innocent sunshine bursts forth from their hearts; an unblemished soul not scarred by the marks.

Only over time does the world bring more clouds before it, sending the veil. The sun loses it’s shine and revolves towards the pale. The sky it blackens, and thunder it splits. Cries they rumble over what has become of it. The mourning of innocence that has been lost. Every action comes with a cost.

I've had an article with the Times Recorder for the past couple of days and didn't even know it! No wonder why the sales...
04/30/2024

I've had an article with the Times Recorder for the past couple of days and didn't even know it! No wonder why the sales have been going up.

I'm emailing everybody that I can. Hopefully I can get on a podcast next or start work on my own that I've dubbed "The Web of the Y."

If anyone knows anybody connected with the Zanes Trace Commemoration I've been trying to get in touch with them to be apart of there event as well.

It's the second installment of the Ghosts Never Die series by Ahnzerah Hawke

04/26/2024

CALLING ALL READERS!!!
If you have purchased one of my books or listened to it please rate and review on wherever you ordered it. That really helps boost the visibility

The audiobook is now available on Spotify! Click the link to check it out folks and don't forget to rate and review--it ...
04/11/2024

The audiobook is now available on Spotify! Click the link to check it out folks and don't forget to rate and review--it boosts the visibility

Listen to this audiobook by Ahnzerah Hawke on Spotify

The Bridge Between Two Rivers is officially available today through select retailers. Get your copy today folks! Honestl...
04/01/2024

The Bridge Between Two Rivers is officially available today through select retailers. Get your copy today folks!

Honestly, I'm not expecting much, but with time this story is going to boom. It establishes the whole series and many other books to follow. I debated on posting a sample of the audiobook, but I will wait until it passes quality control for Spotify, Audible, and many others. The audio retail sample is going to have people thinking wtf, but it's good. I can guarantee that 😉

The Bridge Between Two Rivers by Ahnzerah Hawke

My second book is now available for preorder through Google now as well--so if they are your go to choice check it out. ...
03/21/2024

My second book is now available for preorder through Google now as well--so if they are your go to choice check it out.

I have four chapters left to complete for the audiobook version. I will be honest I used voice cloning technology for the narration, but I've spent over a hundred hours making sure the model of my voice speaks all of the lines correctly plus I collaborated with a voice actor who is phenomenal at what he does for the other storyline.

When the audio version is ready I'm only going to sell it for 4.44. It seems to be that magic number and I'm just trying to get the story out there.

The Bridge Between Two Rivers - Ebook written by Ahnzerah Hawke. Read this book using Google Play Books app on your PC, android, iOS devices. Download for offline reading, highlight, bookmark or take notes while you read The Bridge Between Two Rivers.

Here is the Barnes & Noble link for the second book in the Ghosts Never Die series. I apologize in advance for the price...
02/23/2024

Here is the Barnes & Noble link for the second book in the Ghosts Never Die series. I apologize in advance for the price of the Paperback. Due to printing costs these days I couldn't get a lower price on it, but I promise the audiobook will be cheaper when it's ready and the ebook is only $4.44. I can control that end because it's digital

The second installment in the Ghosts Never Die series takes place ten years before the journey the Wanderer embarked upon in the pages of 29 Palms: An American Odyssey for True Love.   In The Bridge Between Two Rivers, you will sink into the long night and meet the...

April Fool's Day seems like the right time to release my next book. It's already been accepted by other major retailers ...
02/20/2024

April Fool's Day seems like the right time to release my next book. It's already been accepted by other major retailers beyond Amazon. All that needs wrapped up now is the audiobook version. There is going to be two narrators, me and someone else. Fingers crossed that'll be done by April 1st in time for the release. Wish me luck folks

The Bridge Between Two Rivers (Ghosts Never Die Book 2)

6 December 1911—4: 44 pmHawthorne’s castle exceeds well beyond my wildest expectations. The mere scope of it is magnific...
01/13/2024

6 December 1911—4: 44 pm

Hawthorne’s castle exceeds well beyond my wildest expectations. The mere scope of it is magnificent beyond anything I have ever seen. The way the stone walls tower above the horizon gives it the appearance of being the mightiest peak among the mountains of Appalachia. It’s steeples and turrets hold a watchful hungry glare over the shadows that creep within the sweeping misty air that slithers amongst the withered trees that encompass the edges of it’s surrounding cliffs. Empty windows cry out with vicious greedy vines that crawl across every cobble, corner, and stone. The sight of it is a travesty, a grieving shame, and the mere presence that clings to the air feels empty, dead, and in vain. It seems to stick to you—with you. I’m noticing that from the start and the birds. The God awful birds. Hawthorne’s castle is a stronghold for the crows.

They abound throughout the front courtyard and dip their beaks in the murky fountain of the Lady Katherine. Etched in marble Hawthorne’s dearest is forever immortalized. Transposed at the gates with a haunting smile and a hand across her heart. With an outstretched arm she beckons the weary traveler towards the darkened doors where secrets are bore. In her tender smile purses an innocent shade of joy, but in her blank eyes lie pain, and from looking into them, an invitation to grief.

“Finally, this is it,” Isles concurred.

His sturdy hands rested upon his hips as he looked onward at the grand, towering castle in wonder. Then his eyes landed on the fountain.

“Katherine Pine was quite beautiful wouldn’t you say, Benedict? I wonder what color her hair was? Blonde? A brunette perhaps?”

At the moment, I was choking on the words that I couldn’t find. The atmosphere itself seemed to swallow me within it’s throat and I was sliding down the beast’s dark gullet like a square of jello pudding. The maddening caw of the assembling crows pecked away and chiseled at my thoughts. I was lost in my own awe.

Isles elbowed me in the side to ward my attention.
“Benedict? Did you hear me?”

Startled, I shook, and nodded vehemently.
“Yes, yes, yes. It’s just—a lot to take in. Wouldn’t you say?”

Isles smiled, and his bright mischievous grin shown in the golden setting sun.

“Why of course it is,” he agreed, “it’s a castle. A fine one that could rival any of England’s might I add.”

“Indeed it is,” I affirmed once more, “I’m at a loss where exactly to start.”

“Why the front door, of course, lad,” Isles stated. Then his feet began to click across the cobblestones of the courtyard.

“Come! Let us enter and seize the gates!”

I gulped away half of my throat from the thought of it. If I had not climbed a giant rock wall to get here, I would’ve abandoned the quest altogether. There was something that I couldn’t shake. An otherworldly feeling that bit at the back of my neck and chewed on my guts. My conscience was completely against it, but still I followed.

As we approached nearer to the door my heartbeat steadily began to drum and pick up in intensity. By the time Isles hand was inches from the k**b I thought I was going to have a stroke.
Before grasping the handle, Isles stopped, and turned to me with a teasing grin.

“Shall we knock?”

My eyes jutted out of my sockets and I shivered. I merely shook my head and attempted to steady myself.

Isles waved my distance off with a laugh and a shrug. Then he turned the k**b. The hinges creaked from the push and the door fell open with utter welcoming ease. The jarring mouth revealed complete darkness. Isles shivered and shook his wrists; fiddling with his sleeves.

“Oooh, quite the chill,” Isles remarked, “I can barely make out a thing in there. Perhaps we should light the lanterns before proceeding. There is no telling what might await us within these stone walls.”

He was right about that. Isles was taking the whole endeavor so lightly and for the first time since our meeting I began to question his wisdom. He was acting so—foolish. Wandering was maddening, so I had to ask my companion the prime question.

“Isles? Do you believe in ghosts?”

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