Part 2 of Dying Words, a Cinderella Retelling where Cinderella's mother's dying words are a curse.
True Love – Dysing Words Part Two – Short Story

Part 2 of Dying Words, a Cinderella Retelling where Cinderella's mother's dying words are a curse.
A Cinderella retelling where Cinderella's mother's dying words are a curse instead of just words to live by. (CW: death of a parent, use of the word mute as a slur, magical illness)
“Twenty crowns says they never see each other again.” Aonghas glanced toward where the whisperer gestured. The Prince and his current dance partner, completely entranced and enthralled by one another. “I’ll take that action.”
“Happily Ever After starts now,” the prince whispered to his new princess as they were declared married. And so it did. Except, as it turned out, life often lasts longer than the expectation of Ever After.
Magic isn't real, but sometimes the mundane can be better than magic. Cin has been excited for the royal ball for weeks, enough weeks, in fact, to make herself a dress. Unfortunately her family have other ideas. Dress ruined, Cin finds herself dissolving into hopelessness. Until her best friend Faye shows up with a brand new outfit.
Calypso watches Odysseus sail back toward his precious Ithaca, leaving her to deal with the aftermath of both his staying and his leaving. So much for being a hero.
The transition from Summer to Autumn, as Persephone returns from her mother's house to the arms of her husband deep below the ground.
Siegfried only has one day to spend with his love, the day where the sun shifts into a new alignment. He plans to make the most of the winter solstice with her. From Dawn to Dark
Hades looked at Persephone, eyes still reddened with the tears Orpheus’s music had drawn out of him. Persephone, as always, was unmoved. She stood from her throne to gather her scrying bowl and set it before the both of them. “You want to watch?” she offered, swiping a hand over the surface of the water. … Continue reading An Out – Short Story
One pair of cracked shoes covered in blood. One target successfully dispatched. One escape route little more difficult than I expected. I buzz through to The Stepmother. The radio hisses and crackles when I turn it on. “Reporting in. Escape route compromised. Requesting alternate route” For too long there is nothing silence from the radio. … Continue reading One Pair Of Cracked Shoes – Short Story