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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.

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Month: April 2024

  • Tangier Roads

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    In a cold and dark windy hallway called my deepest sighI look out upon the swaying, bubbling skychampagne sunsets turn to ebony nightswith a big hole filled with a creamy, clouded moondeep-seeded memories skirmish in my headanother day, another dry heave to the windthe pots are rolling with the boilingsteam rising up to paint the Read more

  • The Last Love

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    I found her she came out of nowhere some angel called beautiful holds me under the sun calms me through the storms loves me through everything no matter my faults, my scars she’s my last love the only one ever meant to be beautiful beyond beautiful and I hold her in my heart every single Read more

  • Rosaria Radiation

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    And it was the crack of a symmetrical dawn lepers hanging clothes with no sleeves legless pants heartless armor the sieve where all the heart pulp runs through and through straining the anguish with a lightning-tied spoon 4-leaf clovers come raining from the sky and he drives his Mercedes into a crowd of 12 oblivious Read more