Recognition Charcoal on Paper 2018 -- Artwork from the short story "Faery Hill" by Michael Aaron Casares.
Faery Hill
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
Faery Hill – Part Two
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
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
The Root of Many Returns 