I parked on the street. There was always parking at this time, the time just after the dinner rush, but before the bar rush. I lit a cigarette as I got out of my car. Jack Lats’ was one of the only establishments in the whole city that allowed their patrons to smoke. A city … Continue reading Faery Hill – Part Two
Short Fiction
Faery Hill – Part One
My heart rate was elevated and steady. Perspiration beaded down my temples, sliding below my jaw line. He was warm, almost hot on my skin. We’d been fucking long enough we’d both caught a sweat, the lubrication of which caused our flesh to slip against each other. It turned me on more. I felt my … Continue reading Faery Hill – Part One
Indecencies Of The Sun
There was a vague sadness clinging to the stiff morning air. It wasn't cool, but it should have been. It should have chilled his bones. It should have bitten his fingers so harsh they force retreat to stave off the pain and rigidity. The sun had risen, the golden light swelling across the horizon. The … Continue reading Indecencies Of The Sun
Yellow Moon
The light was dim. The room was awash in the soft buzz of iridescence. I moved close to him, and he close to me. I felt a current between us, a thick air that fuzzed. It seemed to reach to him and pull us together. I kissed him. I was ensconced in electricity. I trembled … Continue reading Yellow Moon
To Look In Vain
He took a tentative glance at the screen again. He waited for a response. They were on the other side just wasting time. He knew it. What were they doing? He became anxious in a huff beneath his breath. He'd been at it for three hours. He sat up off the floor again and walked … Continue reading To Look In Vain
Celestial Hemorrhage
There is a nonchalance in the air of creativity. Ambiguity plays a vital part. Destruction in the dust of long lost memories and reticent goals. Integrity welling up in pools of deep sapphire. The dam, though cracked, is fortified and strong. Hands are reaching from the void. They scrape the blackened heavens, push the … Continue reading Celestial Hemorrhage
Only Dictators Win the Lottery and Have Private Planes
The following is an excerpt from my novel, The Distance To The End. This excerpt comes from chapter 2, I believe. However, in the final revision, a nice chunk was edited out. I initially included it because I thought it important to convey a specific aspect of Nick's character. But the content slowed the read, … Continue reading Only Dictators Win the Lottery and Have Private Planes
Strangers With No Home
I got off the bus on Travis St. next to a small park that was a hang-out for all the bums and vagrants. The vagrants weren’t too bad in this city, at least not in my experience, and you could shoo them off easy with a stiff glare and pursed lips. One time I was … Continue reading Strangers With No Home
The Perfect Distraction
The Perfect Distraction is a work of short fiction by Michael Aaron Casares.
The Root of Many Returns 