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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

Springtime afternoon In the shade of the upper porch, Blue sky blends with Water in the near-distant view. Seagulls glide above, Scanning for scraps from beach-goers. White fences gleam Voices break through the quiet eve. A black dog trots past, Led by a man with leash in hand, Children in tow. They stroll along with

Once upon a time, many years ago, there lived three brothers. The oldest brother was a striking gentleman, with thick wavy gray hair, a tiny white beard on his pointy chin, and wise green eyes that seemed to peer straight into one’s soul—if one dared to meet his gaze. He was often seen in a

The old bathtub sits alone at the back of the room. Its four clawed feet sag wearily beneath its weight. Once painted a bright white, the enamel has now faded into a dingy shade of alabaster. The smooth surface is now chipped and peeling. It once stood proud, but the years have taken a toll.

The woman sits on the wide front porch that spans the width of the house, sipping her coffee in the early morning light. The old porcelain mug warms her hands as the ocean murmurs just beyond the dunes. The birds are awake and singing, despite the sleepy hush lingering in the neighboring cottages—closed windows and

One early morning in April, a woman was hiking through a dense forest when she came upon a fork in the trail. She had been walking for quite some time and felt ready for a rest. Pausing, she looked around, trying to make sense of which direction to take next.   To the left, the