The Fae Under the Hill

A short, modern, and twisted story of about faeries.

These story book tales, they're all lies. Let me tell you what the fairy tale world is really like.

It all started that night when  my mother and I were having one of our heated arguments. It ended with her throwing a half-empty bottle of cheap beer at my head and her screaming at me to get out. Like the obedient thing I am, I did what she said. It was around midnight when I was out the door, with nothing but the clothes off my back. I needed some place to crash just for the night. I'd be back in the morning where she would be too hung-over to remember much. 

As I wandered down the side walk I took a sharp turn and headed towards the Cemetery. I decided to visit Jenn's grave yet again,even if the grieving wasn't good for me. When I got there I found myself kneeling down in front of her grave stone. Just staring at the inscription, something about her death just didn't seem right. The more I studied it the more groggy and tired I grew until...

To be continued.

Author's Note

I'm really just looking for pointers on where to go or what I need to improve on. I haven't written freely for a while. I feel as if I loose some details, but if I put them it side tracks from the story. (I'll finish this up later.)