Aaron Echoes August

I thought I would do something different today and create a post about the notes I make when thoughts come… Read more.

The Doll Salon (Pt. 4)

“No, no, no,” Feldon reassured her as he patted her hand. “Nothing sexual. I just want to be close to… Read more.

A bastard chill struck a prophecy of a coming autumn as Astron Puffin sat on a fallen tree deep in… Read more.

“It’s not playing with dolls! It takes real creativity and skill to make a doll look beautiful and perfect. There’s… Read more.

Carl was more of a nuisance to him now. He felt he interfered with his intentions toward Eve, and several… Read more.

So, yes, yet again, I was at the damn public library trying to get some writing done. If you are… Read more.

Feldon Fartz sat nervously in the waiting area of the Fifth Avenue Doll Salon. It smelled like makeup and money… Read more.

The Linguini Ballroom is a black and blue champagne glass, the bubbles being elevators to space Read more.

He watched her from the safety of a window inside as Gracelyn poked at the worn strip of earth below… Read more.

The salt and pepper scruff on his face was uneven, choppy like a soured sea, as if he had used… Read more.

I was sipping nihilistic karma from a chipped cup on a hillside overlooking a rainy funeral dirge Read more.

Gracelyn Polk sat at her desk in the middle of her world history classroom at Cabbage Junction Primary School. She… Read more.