Author: Aaron Echoes August
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Crock Potting in Serial Killer Forest (The First of Unknown)
I was never really the terrible one. I only wanted to be loved, but that never came. Instead, I only got a death wish. But that was then, and this is now, and now I’m flying a bush plane is Alaska. I’ve got a little place made of wood and river stones that sits near Read more
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Refrigerated Dreams (Act 6)
Adam Longo was still and quiet atop his perch at the abandoned Grainer Falls shoe factory. He was looking down upon the people surrounding the body. Some were squatted and taking photos. Others were scribbling notes and shaking their heads. Others still were talking on cell phones and with each other — dark whispers of Read more
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Wow. That’s exciting.
I decided to go to our local Goodwill to see if they would take it. The store has a donation center attached to it. I was worried the attendant might come over and start yelling at me about dropping off a television. Read more
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What the hell are you thinking!?
I need to get rid of an old TV. While scouring the internet to try and find a place to recycle an old TV, I’m discovering there are not a lot of options – at least where I live. What do you do when something once shiny and brand new is nothing but something old Read more
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The Shakes (Excerpt 4)
Momma and Eddie said goodbye to Magnolia and me in the driveway at the home of the Beasleys. I’m going to call them the Beasleys, like my daddy did, because they didn’t really seem like regular grandparents to me. Read more
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The Shakes (Excerpt 3)
My name is Magnolia Shakes, and I was born on July 28, 1970. Exactly eight years later my daddy died in an act of self-killing out on the interstate near where we lived. Read more
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The Shakes (Excerpt 2)
One day Eddie and my mom sat me and my sister down in the living room after supper to tell us something important. Eddie said he had gotten a promotion and that he was being sent to work in Chicago. I didn’t know why the hell anyone would want to promote Eddie, but they did. Read more
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The Shakes (Excerpt 1)
Nobody really knows why my daddy did what he did. Some say it was a sickness of the heart. Others say it was a sickness of the mind. I think it was probably both. I was just a kid when it happened, so it probably didn’t matter what I thought, but it should have. Now… Read more
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Call of the Balls
I enjoy the smell of blue Play-Doh, it reminds me of childhood wounds Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 