Prose by Michael Aaron Casares. It happened concurrently on a Tuesday and a Wednesday. I hadn't any idea of what day it was anymore sometimes they all became enmeshed like a forever run on sentence with no period to stave off perpetuity. It was in moments like these I found that it rested on me, a residual force of use and inspiration. I questioned it not.
Short Fiction
Max
It became more than I conceived. It took a life of its own. If left unchecked the time consumed tic-tac-toeing across a symmetrical grid of personalities became immeasurable. Seconds to hours, hours to weeks. Where did it stop. I was somewhere in the middle of the journey. Couldn't remember the beginning. Couldn't remember if there … Continue reading Max
Grim’s Wall
He continued to gaze passed his son, his amorphous spirit calm and sullen. He saw in the distance the point where a pin light met the blackness of night, and twilight seeped into blue hues strong and matte. There were no stars to speak of. There were not even remnants, ghosts of the outer graveyard … Continue reading Grim’s Wall
Remittance
It was in observation of manipulation. She used her mental prowess naturally throwing screens at conflict, hiding the truths needed, protecting the secrets accumulated. Her vast trail grew long like the shadows long tails tethered to the horizon sun. Twilight grew in her eyes. She was tired. The attempts at manipulation. The unlauded successes of … Continue reading Remittance
Resurrection Apollo
He glared sharply into the sky. Without a star or moon in sight, he was certain the sky glared back at him. He disapproved of it. At long last he'd become tired of it. It's been dark for too long, he thought. He didn't know where it came from, or why. He was perplexed at … Continue reading Resurrection Apollo
Weighted Thinking
A black sun is rising in the east, a polarized field of white and green light. It is a total absence. It brings the land in its expanse to a deeper spectrum end to end. Why the cognizance of the relative dissonance has staggered the median. There is a darkness on the horizon. Through cracks … Continue reading Weighted Thinking
Faery Hill – Part Five
I gazed at the skyline, hypnotized by its dim outline against the darkening gray-purple sky. The orange had faded near a horizon I could not see. I could make out the rough edges of each edifice, the precise architecture of each construction, but as I gazed at them, the buildings began to mesh into each … Continue reading Faery Hill – Part Five
Faery Hill – Part Four
My head began to swim. There were a few others in the bar besides the randoms sitting at the bar itself. A couple was near the stage at a high top nursing drinks and chatting. A young dude on his cell phone absentmindedly sipped his margarita. All in the shadow of the orange fire that … Continue reading Faery Hill – Part Four
Faery Hill – Part Three
We walked through the back of the bar again and out to the patio. Nobody was occupying the space as the day light was still far too bright. There was a semi rusted metal exit door. We walked out, Adam not keen on using openly on property. The alley was wide enough for a city … Continue reading Faery Hill – Part Three
Lady Peacock
She altered and formed each savoring step. A vision in ebony blue, deep forest greens sparkled like crystals. She was a peacock on the stage, her flamboyance tempered by her pensive nature. She was lost in thought, but not in action. Her fire an aggression that lived in her dance. In each turn and spin, … Continue reading Lady Peacock
The Root of Many Returns 