Fred Aiken Writing

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I Dream of Chocolate

Daily writing prompt
Describe your dream chocolate bar.

When I was eight, I had a vivid dream, perhaps a lucid dream, that has stayed with me ever since, a dream that sparked an unending quest for the perfect, most peculiar chocolate bar. It was a rainy autumn evening, and I was tucked in bed, the patter of rain on the window lulling me to sleep. In my dream, I found myself in a magical candy shop, where the air was thick with the scent of cocoa and an unexpected hint of elusive ingredients my mind was too inexperienced to fully comprehend.

The shopkeeper, a kindly old man with twinkling eyes, beckoned me forward. He handed me a bar wrapped in iridescent foil, its weight heavy and promising in my small hands. “This,” he said, his voice a warm whisper, “is the Chocolate of Dreams.”

I unwrapped it slowly, the foil crinkling under my fingers, revealing a rich, dark chocolate that glistened in the soft light of the shop. As I took a bite, the world around me seemed to transform. The chocolate was unlike anything I had ever tasted—it was as if the essence of every happy memory and comforting moment had been distilled into this single bar, but with an eccentric twist.

The first layer was a smooth, dark chocolate, but infused with the unexpected flavor of bergamot and sea salt. It melted on my tongue, releasing a burst of flavors that reminded me of breezy summer afternoons spent by the sea, the salt air mingling with the aroma of blooming citrus trees.

As I bit deeper, I encountered a layer of creamy avocado mousse, its rich, buttery texture blending seamlessly with the dark chocolate. It was reminiscent of lazy Sunday lunches after church, where the smoothness of ripe avocados met the savory satisfaction of freshly baked bread.

And as I kept eating I discovered more and more flavors. Hidden within the mousse were tiny, crunchy bits of candied lavender petals, adding a delightful crunch that evoked memories of walking through fields of wildflowers, each step releasing a fragrant symphony underfoot.

The very center of the bar held the most surprising element—a smooth, velvety ganache infused with the subtle warmth of saffron and the unexpected zest of wasabi. It was a gentle heat that spread through me, like the excitement of a new adventure, or the thrill of an unexpected discovery.

As I finished the last bite, the dream began to fade, but the taste and the feeling of that chocolate bar stayed with me. I woke up with a sense of longing and wonder, and an insatiable desire to find that perfect, peculiar confection. For a brief moment, my young mind thought the Chocolate of Dreams could be real. But I also had a fever of one hundred and six, so it could have been a hallucination.

Though despite knowing that it was all a dream, and one that I had as a child and with a fever, I still hold out a small inkling of hope that one day I’ll find that perfect, indescribable, sugary-delight that I know as the Chocolate of Dreams.

Quacks Like Book, Looks Like a Book, Must Be…

Daily writing prompt
Do you remember your favorite book from childhood?

The name of it; no. The gist of what it was about; a bit. Actually, I just did a 10 minute Google search and found it, surprisingly enough. I typed in ‘children’s books from the 90’s featuring a monster’. It was called ‘Go Away, Big Green Monster!’ It was the very first book that I was ever able to read by myself.

From what I can remember, it wasn’t all that great or mindblowing of a book. I guess it will always hold a special place in my literary heart due to the fact that it was the book that I learned to read with. It is the book the opened up an entire universe of imagination and hallucination through the art of words.

I read ‘Go Away, Big Green Monster!’ multiple times, almost every night for a period of my childhood. I think it was a bit of a pride thing, like one of those things that kids tend to do on repeat when they’ve accomplished something and the adults in their life make a big deal of it, even though later in life it becomes one of those mundane aspects that no one really cares all that much about. My parents did, in fact, make quite a big deal of it. They were always very supportive and encouraging of those little milestones, and I believe after I was finally able to read my first book by myself we went out and got cake.

I mean, it was not entirely just because of me being able to read a book for the first time. It also happened to be my birthday as well, but I kinda just remember it as being a celebration of my ability to read, or at least that’s how I want to remember it as, and in a way I suppose I’ve been trying to recapture that feeling ever since.

Granted, I don’t even know if I’d go so far as to say that ‘Go Away, Big Green Monster!’ was my favorite childhood book. I’m sure there were plenty others that I enjoyed reading more when I was younger. But for whatever reason, that book stood out, so I guess in my nostalgic-addled mind I decided to write about it. Oh well…

Tres Libros de Mi Vida

Daily writing prompt
List three books that have had an impact on you. Why?

‘Infinite Jest’ comes to mind first; it taught me that sometimes books are not fun to read, especially when they have an overabundance of footnotes and are overwritten in a semi-academic format with some of the fanciest words ever thought of and strung together. Don’t get me wrong, I still think ‘Infinite Jest’ was a great book and was/is the definitive post-modern story, but I was a dumb teenager that thought I would read Wallace’s magnum opus one summer vacation, and while I did finish it within a month before the end of summer ending, I did not enjoy the experience.

I did eventually go back to ‘Infinite Jest’ when I was in my twenties to reread it, and it was somewhat more pleasant, or at least I felt like I could more easily digest what was going on, but I still have to say that I did not enjoy just how overwritten and bogged down Wallace’s style is with so much description. Way too much description. I’m not one to say that Hemingway’s minimalist style of writing was all that good, since I really did not like ‘The Old Man and the Sea’, but I do think there’s a middle ground between David Foster Wallace and Ernest Hemingway in terms of style and descriptors that is around my tolerance.

While ‘Infinite Jest’ was perhaps one of the first books that I found myself truly not enjoying, I guess the first book that comes to mind that I truly did enjoy and got caught up reading was Mark Twain’s ‘The Prince and the Pauper’. I know it’s not one of Twain’s more well-known books, and I had read both ‘Huckleberry’ and ‘Tom Sawyer’ prior to ‘The Prince and the Pauper’, but for whatever reason I really enjoy the latter. So much so that it was the first book I remember in my childhood that I stayed up to read and finish in an 8 hour span.

There’s nothing particularly special about ‘The Prince and the Pauper’, from what I can remember. In fact, it was essentially ‘Freaky Friday’. I mean, not exactly, and obviously ‘The Prince and the Pauper’ came out long before movies, much less ‘Freaky Friday’, were ever a thing. But it was the movie that came to mind. Plus, the Lindsay Lohan ‘Freaky Friday’ movie had come out around the time that I read ‘The Prince and the Pauper’, and I had a crush on her when I was a kid, which isn’t weird considering we’re about the same age, but I figure that in my adolescent, hormone-addled brain I probably related a lot of books back to various Lindsay Lohan movies, and I suppose ‘Freaky Friday’ and ‘The Prince and the Pauper’ were perhaps the two most similar.

I suppose another comparison one could make between ‘The Prince and the Pauper’ is the story of the life of Martin Guerre, whose biography I read in college. I mean, there are plenty, and I mean plenty, of stories, both fictional and nonfictional, of characters doing a switcheroo both before and after Twain. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is the concept isn’t all that new, and probably at this point in writing it is a bit played out. But when I was a kid and constantly relating books that I read to my celebrity crush at the time to Lindsay Lohan, I suppose I could understand why I might have really liked ‘The Prince and the Pauper’ more than any other book at the time.

There are quite a few books that have had an impact on me. Anything from the Beat Generation to modernism and post-modernism. I think a majority of my book choices have generally stayed within the range of being written in the past 100 years to now. I definitely was never a fan of Romanticism or Shakespeare or the Enlightenment periods and their style of writing. But when I think on it a bit, I suppose I’d have to say the third book that had a major impact on me was Ken Keseys ‘One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest’.

Again, I was a teenager at the time, though I have since reread ‘Cuckoo’s Nest’ multiple times since, and it has stood the test of time as one of my all-time favorite books, but it also happened to be a time where I became really obsessed with psychology and mental illness when I first read the book. I was going through some mental struggles myself, and for some reason the story a psych ward patient, McMurphy, faking mental illness to get out of prison and then rebelling against the authority of Nurse Ratched, who then subjects McMurphy to electroshock therapy and then eventually a lobotomy before being mercy killed by the narrator, Chief Bromden, a Native American psych patient pretending to be deaf and mute, who then is inspired by the spirit of his dead psych-ward friend to escape himself really resonated with me at the time.

I did eventually find myself in a psych ward myself, a couple of years after reading reading ‘One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest’. It was in the late 2000’s, so obviously lobotomies and electroshock therapy were no longer practiced. But I do feel as if drug-induced, semi-temporary lobotomies are still being practiced through the administration and management of various psychic drugs to quel various mental illnesses. I think that experience even more so heightened my connection to Ken Kesey’s work.

But like I said, there are quite a few books that I’ve read that have had an impact on me, some more than others. I do read quite a bit. I’d probably say I read about 2 books a week on average, so there will definitely be some that don’t really mean anything. I’d probably say at least one book every 2-3 years comes along and has a larger impact and influence on me than others. Though I suppose I do sort of relate the 3 aforementioned books as being the most impactful due to the significance they played in developing my mind at an age where my brain was still forming higher level thoughts and I was beginning to think about my place within the world, philosophically, morally, and all those grand things.