The roar of Hades’ heart was deafening as he reformed in his office. He had never spoken so coldly to Persephone. For so long, he’d been her punching bag, allowing her to berate him for a mistake he’d never meant to make. The story had become so twisted that only they knew the truth.  His ...

Hades was all bark and very little bite. You’re mine, he’d told her, and he had meant it. She was his, but his declaration didn’t translate into claiming Pandora in that primal way he wished he could. Instead, it meant they settled into an easy routine that normal couples tended did. He didn’t know the ...

100 Years Later; Pandora’s Third Death   The days before Persephone returned to his Underworld were always full of anxiety. She’d shown she’d never love him. Every time she returned, her mind remained on her mother, Demeter, and the sunlight that warmed her skin. Being cursed to spend six months of the year in his Underworld ...

The Fates were so very cruel… When the soul of Athena’s Champion appeared in Hades’ Underworld an hour ago, he knew their savagery well. He struggled to keep his eyes off Pandora, to focus anywhere else, but her presence demanded attention. He’d tried to convince himself that he only noticed her because that was his ...

Content warning: Drug use. Intended for adult readers. “Let me play among the stars.” Frank Sinatra’s relaxing voice caressed her ears as if a comforting hand brushed her hair back into place. She gazed up to the stars as she teetered back in her chair. The sky was a vibrant amber and scarlet mixture. Yet ...

My sweater sat, draped over an open drawer. I examined the stains and tears, earned from years of love. The garment seemed to be on its last legs, yet I longed to lose myself in the familiar fabric. When I was six, my grandfather died from a heart attack. “Too full of love,” my mom ...

It had been six months since the dead walked out of the sea. Benjamin sat atop the rounded bluffs, made pitiful by time and the saline air. The beach, an inconsequential strip of sand not long before, was now ghostly silent. Only fading tracks and worn trails hinted at the commotion which had come and ...

The visit to Ottawa ended. Nothing had been resolved. It was clear Sudhir needed to continue under supervised care, and he was sick of it. As he put it, I am wasting here. Returning to the airport, I stopped to say goodbye. I walked upstairs to check out his room. We uttered words of getting ...

In the hushed, soft-lit room, Sudhir lies in a pine coffin draped with a white cloth. Munna, my younger sister, and I arrange white gladiolas on either end with peace lilies along the length. Deep red roses lie in the middle. Mummy enters with Juji (my youngest sister). The priest prepares the thali for the ...

Previously, I had stated, “And thus ended the year 1991 Anno Domini.” Not entirely, though! The year 1991 is also the year Millie leaves us. Millie and John have a minor argument, and invariably, it gets blown out of proportion. Things are tense for a few days, and Millie needs a break. Two of her ...