There are supposedly five senses with which animals like myself can observe the world around them. Our nerves--a mind-bogglingly complex web of sensory cells--constantly transmit electrical messages from our outer and i…

"I've got a deal for you," he said, his tail serrated, forked. He lead me to the study room where sat a bottle, corked. Pouring wine as red as blood and smirking like a sin, the slippery man spun honeyed words, so as to …

This yard sale was different from the last. My mother is the yard sale sort, and only she could find six different ones in the same day. She inspected a red parasol and weighed its worth against a purple pen wiper. Only …

Author's note:"From the Diary of Eden Ross..." is a fictional diary kept by a fictional character that I have named "Eden Ross." (Obviously.) Eden, or "Ed," writes about her day to day activities and the people she lives…