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Fig stands frozen in thought as the night settles. Stars dot the cinder sky above her, occasionally disappearing behind veil-like clouds. The lavender yarn of the hand knit sweater strains as she wraps it tighter across her chest, more as an act of comfort than warmth. Daisy pauses from pouncing to listen to the song […]

Returning from work one December evening just after dark, I kicked off my shoes as I entered my house, weary from the day. I proceeded to drop my coat and bag on the hallway floor and began discarding my clothes on my way to the bathroom, desiring nothing but a hot bath to soak in

As I sat outside tonight with the cats, watching them hop, jump, and sniff their way through the yard, my eyes were drawn to the clover growing in the grass. Instinctively, I began searching for one with four leaves—a good luck charm. Rare. Different from the rest. That small act made me wonder: why are

Change is inevitable. I have always known myself to be a reader. A lover of books. Bookstores? Yes, please take me there. Libraries? I am awed and humbled when I enter one, just as one might be when visiting an old historic church. My mother, also a book lover and lifelong reader, regularly took us

A young skunk family moved in today. Upon arrival, the mother informed me that Mr. Alexander had arranged the rental agreement on her behalf. He had given her a brochure, complete with detailed photos, highlighting an expansive yard with ample room for her children to play hide and seek. The modest two-story home overlooked a

Hi there, Whisker friends! I’m trying something new today. As you know, Whiskers of My Soul is my space to grow as a writer. I’m learning about the building blocks of storytelling—plot, theme, and of course, crafting truly remarkable characters. I recently came across a character-building exercise on MasterClass (clicking here will take you there)

Writing Prompt: Think of an alternative vampire that survives on something other than blood. Write a story or scene based on this character. With the faintest streak of orange edging the horizon and the sky fading from inky black to smoky blue-gray, a farmer turned from the window with a steaming coffee mug in hand.

She drains the last of her coffee from the dainty mug and sets it in the sink. Bills crowd the counter. She slides one into a drawer, as if hiding it might make it vanish. She takes one final look around the kitchen, then shuts and locks the door behind her. Outside, clouds hang low

Ever wondered what it’s like to travel from the mountains of North Carolina to the peaceful shores of the Outer Banks? In this three-part series, I’m sharing the highlights from our recent family trip—cozy rentals, hidden gems, beach adventures, and, of course, food! Read more in Travel

On the morning in question, the oldest brother, Karl, was snoozing on his favorite park bench. Light snores drifted from his body—soft enough, if one listened closely, to be mistaken for the contented purring of a cat. Nearby, about ten yards due west, the middle brother, Archie, was partially hidden in the shadows of a