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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Aaron Echoes August is an independent writer focused on absurdist fiction, edgy philosophy, and cultural commentary. With a background in creative writing, art, and photography, he explores the stranger aspects of human behavior and its influence on the world. His narratives invite readers to question societal norms and delve into the bizarre intersections of reality and imagination, urging us to confront the absurdities of existence while searching for meaning amidst chaos. In his stories, the ordinary becomes extraordinary, revealing layers of complexity in mundane experiences.

The Apocalypse Pipe, Collected Works of Aaron Echoes August, is available now. More info HERE.

I’m excited to announce my book, The Apocalypse Pipe, will be promoted on Smashwords for half price ($1.49) as part of their End of Year Sale 2025 starting on December 8! Find it here: http://smashwords.com/sale. Offer good through Jan. 1, 2026.

  • A Clockwork Cooking Spray

    A Clockwork Cooking Spray

    The building is encased in snowfall 17 stories, row upon row of windows A yellow-green light spills forth The world outside is cold and white Human beings inside are poised for a fight Another drunken bruise Paranoia, anxiety Thin walls, loud television sets The world is dressed in a midnight coat of madness Heads and…

  • Head Six

    Head Six

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    Tossing through the night Dreams of Madagascar and white offices These sleepers And these bleepers of the mind I don’t know who I am anymore As I grasp apples and oranges and put them in place The skyscraper carpet looked like the kind in the Overlook Hotel I saw Danny in the Deli “No liverwurst…

  • The Sun Gray Water Hazard Cone

    The Sun Gray Water Hazard Cone

    The leafless trees are dark against a pale blue sky Men down in the city are raging About crowds, costs, and consumption Christmas is in bloom The town and everything in it are colored red and green Red poinsettia leaves are dangling from the ceiling at someone’s office It’s a holiday party The greasy creep…

  • Cold Time

    Cold Time

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    It’s a cold, gray morning And time is moving much too fast Like a raging bull let loose from its pen Why, just a moment ago It was 6:40 Now it’s 7:12 Thoughts of tomorrow are already creeping in It will be Christmas in nearly two weeks We put up our tree Like we do…

  • The Talking Death Fish

    The Talking Death Fish

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    A willow chancellor in concrete gloves walks the path that meanders from the school, through the forest, and finally reaches the shores of a lake that very few people know about. He sits down in a place of soft grass and unfurls his lunch pail. He withdraws a sandwich and removes it from its plastic…

  • The Kiss Thief of Alien Kief

    The Kiss Thief of Alien Kief

    A spiritual anthropologist sat in a diner in the city on a rainy Thursday morning. He looked out the large picture window where he sat and studied the gray sky and thought about human sin. He brought a coffee cup to his mouth and sipped it. Then there was a loud crash that startled him.…

  • The Chainsaw Banana

    The Chainsaw Banana

    Pull up a chair beside a tall window overlooking a city bathed in the bruised light of neon midnight and smoke a bowl. Be out of orbit and swim in senseless gravity. Go into the kitchen naked, open the refrigerator, and be in deep thought. Let the glow inside the icebox be your mantra. Pick…

  • Cold Horse

    Cold Horse

    Dispatch from Idaho: There’s a horse who stands in a field out in the country by where I live. A place surrounded by fields of comatose sugar beets and hard earth; a permafrost, an Icelandic bandage holding back the blood, keeping check on the broken hearted, keeping them cold and unsafe when the locks break…

  • Ass Apples

    Ass Apples

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    I didn’t see her standing there as I was pushing the apple cart. Then I heard her make a terrible noise. Something akin to a woman falling down the escalator at a mall in Nashville. It wasn’t really a scream; it was more like an exaggerated moan. Agghhhoooh, umph. “Stop!” someone yelled. “You hit her!”…