©W. A. Marlow 2024 Previously Published in The Twisted Fairy tales Anthology. Revised 2025 Two Hundred Years Ago.                  Alone...

Phoenix        With a stretch I yawn, cold rock chills me to my core. Opening my eyes, I scream. “Edvard!” I cry, laying my hands on the...

Edvard        The first time I saw the Wee Lass that sleeps beside me with her long golden curls fanned out around her head, I was filled...