Aaron kaszas
Stories (3/0)
Death by Chocolate
They look into each others eyes longingly. An electric chemistry that lights fireworks around them. So many people surround them, but they see no one. Quiet speak and gasps towards the woman wondering what the scandal is. She whispers to the man, “can I take you somewhere?” A thin smile tickles her lips.
By Aaron kaszas3 years ago in Fiction
Red
Red Night had fallen. He took the small candle and shone it upon the latch to open the large red door. Small specks of red lead paint flecked off as he slid the heavy load to the side. He sniffed and wiggled his nose as the hay dust greeted him. He forced back the sneeze, as the barn animals where already nestled in to their soft beds. The candle showed a dim pathway down the centre of the vast building. The barn stood the test of time for many years, and it seemed it would see many more before it collapsed. A snort filled the silence as he paced through the haystacks. “Must be ol’ Daliah,” he mused aloud. A light whinny was answered back. Candle fire traced deep lines in his weathered and cracked hand. The warmth it provided was no more than a whisper on this chilly darkness, but it held great power. The power to consume and destroy. Such a small thing… surely it couldn’t be a danger.
By Aaron kaszas3 years ago in Fiction
Delivery
DeliveJasper awoke and coughed immediately. The dust was bad today. Each breath was acrid and hot. The daylight shone bright through the crack in the door. He donned his mangy tank top and beige ripped and torn khakis. Then he covered himself in a reflective poncho. No sense getting another sunburn. The boils festering on his right arm reminded him of a few weeks ago when he made that mistake. The container door creaked and whistled on rusty hinges when he pushed it open. Sand and silt rushed into his lungs, barely filtered by the pale blue handkerchief fitted tightly against his face. He coughed again. His goggles, dusty and scratched, pushed hard against his eye-sockets as he strained to look out into the flat landscape. Dust devils roamed to and fro, hungrily searching for something to gobble up. Jasper's stomach growled, and an ache followed it. He knew he must find something, anything to eat. His canteen was nearly empty, the small distilling apparatus he made, had broken the day before.
By Aaron kaszas3 years ago in Fiction