Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen
I Am My Assailant
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. I should know, I’d had my body long enough. And the mirror, for that matter. Most of the time, I didn’t think about either. The mirror or its reflection. They were a reminder of the cruel March of time, and I was perfectly fine in denial, thank you very much.
Animal Whispers in the Shadows
In a bustling harbor town, where the scent of sea salt lingered in the air and the vibrant marketplace teemed with life, a rather peculiar cat named Reginald roamed the narrow, winding alleys. Reginald was a lithe, silver-furred Chartreux with sharp, calculating eyes that missed no detail. While his ability to speak human language was extraordinary, his true gift lay in his knowledge of the secret dialects of animals—something he had acquired through years of listening and learning.
The Musings of Archibald the Sparrow
In a quaint New England town, nestled between the evergreens and the vast, open sky, there lived an extraordinary sparrow by the name of Archibald. Archibald was no ordinary bird; he possessed the rare and bewildering ability to speak the human language. Not that it did him any good, for the humans he encountered either thought him a trick of their own minds or a clever ventriloquist's ruse.
Cadbury and the Spirit of the Forest
The tale is tall and the story is short of a small, brown rabbit named Cadbury. Cadbury lived in a dense forest that was home to various animals of all shapes and sizes. Cadbury was different from the other rabbits in the forest as he could converse in the language of the animals that lived there. However, he chose to keep this a secret and never spoke to anyone except his mother.