Katherine Traverse
@kattra.bsky.social
she/they | 37 | 💖💜💙
Failed hermit | Attention whore
Optimistic pessimist | Beautiful hypocrite
writer of microfiction and poetry
Failed hermit | Attention whore
Optimistic pessimist | Beautiful hypocrite
writer of microfiction and poetry
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Happy New Year! Here are the Prompts for January 2026!
#vssfantasy #fantasy #vss #writing #writingcommunity #poetry #shortstory #prompts #writingprompt
#vssfantasy #fantasy #vss #writing #writingcommunity #poetry #shortstory #prompts #writingprompt
The golden fox with two tails woke up early, to watch the #dawn on New Year’s Day.
Do you have any resolutions? The Doll asks.
To travel and observe, the fox replies, With friends.
Lovely, says the owl-faced woman.
The Dusty Knight snores by the ashes of the fire.
#vssFantasy
Do you have any resolutions? The Doll asks.
To travel and observe, the fox replies, With friends.
Lovely, says the owl-faced woman.
The Dusty Knight snores by the ashes of the fire.
#vssFantasy
January 29, 2026 at 8:33 AM
sketch lover sleeping
charcoal-stained fingers marring
the page and the sheets
#DailyHaikuPrompt #charcoal #haiku
charcoal-stained fingers marring
the page and the sheets
#DailyHaikuPrompt #charcoal #haiku
January 29, 2026 at 8:32 AM
sketch lover sleeping
charcoal-stained fingers marring
the page and the sheets
#DailyHaikuPrompt #charcoal #haiku
charcoal-stained fingers marring
the page and the sheets
#DailyHaikuPrompt #charcoal #haiku
Hawthorn hisses suddenly, showing off fangs. Ezra flinches.
“Leave me alone. Once night falls…someone…might come looking for me.”
Right, because where there’s one vampire, there’s another—if not a whole coven.
“Go home, Ezra,” they continue. “Don’t be outside after dark.”
⬇️ see options in comments ⬇️
“Leave me alone. Once night falls…someone…might come looking for me.”
Right, because where there’s one vampire, there’s another—if not a whole coven.
“Go home, Ezra,” they continue. “Don’t be outside after dark.”
⬇️ see options in comments ⬇️
“Listen, Hawthorn, we’re about half a mile from Jack’s Landing, on the River Nor. It’s just after noon—sunset’s not for awhile. I don’t know what happened to you, but I’d like to help, if I can.”
“…Once the sun sets, I’ll be an even greater threat to you.”
“That’s true, but…”
⬇️ options in comments ⬇️
“…Once the sun sets, I’ll be an even greater threat to you.”
“That’s true, but…”
⬇️ options in comments ⬇️
“…trees?” They study the scattered flowers, and it clicks— “Hawthorn. My name is Hawthorn.”
“Nice to meet you.” The greeting comes naturally, despite the circumstances. “I’m Ezra.”
“You’re afraid of me, Ezra.” Red eyes stare.
Ezra eyes the dagger. “Well…only if you’re…hungry.”
(options in comments⬇️)
“Nice to meet you.” The greeting comes naturally, despite the circumstances. “I’m Ezra.”
“You’re afraid of me, Ezra.” Red eyes stare.
Ezra eyes the dagger. “Well…only if you’re…hungry.”
(options in comments⬇️)
January 29, 2026 at 7:20 AM
Hawthorn hisses suddenly, showing off fangs. Ezra flinches.
“Leave me alone. Once night falls…someone…might come looking for me.”
Right, because where there’s one vampire, there’s another—if not a whole coven.
“Go home, Ezra,” they continue. “Don’t be outside after dark.”
⬇️ see options in comments ⬇️
“Leave me alone. Once night falls…someone…might come looking for me.”
Right, because where there’s one vampire, there’s another—if not a whole coven.
“Go home, Ezra,” they continue. “Don’t be outside after dark.”
⬇️ see options in comments ⬇️
Spirited away, they said. Only things found of him were his bow, a #quiver with three arrows left in it, and his sandals—found by the river, they said, and you know what’s on the other side of the river, in the wilder wood—where trees still walk, and animals can speak…
#vss365
#vss365
January 29, 2026 at 6:27 AM
Hello #vss365 crowd! please help me out, leave a comment on my interactive story:
Ezra just wants to lend a hand to this mysterious figure, who might be keeping some deep, dark secrets…
*cross-posted on the Bird Site, if you prefer to vote over there 💖
Ezra just wants to lend a hand to this mysterious figure, who might be keeping some deep, dark secrets…
*cross-posted on the Bird Site, if you prefer to vote over there 💖
“Listen, Hawthorn, we’re about half a mile from Jack’s Landing, on the River Nor. It’s just after noon—sunset’s not for awhile. I don’t know what happened to you, but I’d like to help, if I can.”
“…Once the sun sets, I’ll be an even greater threat to you.”
“That’s true, but…”
⬇️ options in comments ⬇️
“…Once the sun sets, I’ll be an even greater threat to you.”
“That’s true, but…”
⬇️ options in comments ⬇️
“…trees?” They study the scattered flowers, and it clicks— “Hawthorn. My name is Hawthorn.”
“Nice to meet you.” The greeting comes naturally, despite the circumstances. “I’m Ezra.”
“You’re afraid of me, Ezra.” Red eyes stare.
Ezra eyes the dagger. “Well…only if you’re…hungry.”
(options in comments⬇️)
“Nice to meet you.” The greeting comes naturally, despite the circumstances. “I’m Ezra.”
“You’re afraid of me, Ezra.” Red eyes stare.
Ezra eyes the dagger. “Well…only if you’re…hungry.”
(options in comments⬇️)
January 28, 2026 at 7:09 PM
Hello #vss365 crowd! please help me out, leave a comment on my interactive story:
Ezra just wants to lend a hand to this mysterious figure, who might be keeping some deep, dark secrets…
*cross-posted on the Bird Site, if you prefer to vote over there 💖
Ezra just wants to lend a hand to this mysterious figure, who might be keeping some deep, dark secrets…
*cross-posted on the Bird Site, if you prefer to vote over there 💖
She misses the wolf, the wild still running in her veins. Under a #waning moon she dreams of running, of the stars’ secret songs. Her children are too young to understand where Mama goes, why she comes back with blood under her nails, their howls not enough to keep her…
#vss365
#vss365
January 28, 2026 at 7:27 AM
“Listen, Hawthorn, we’re about half a mile from Jack’s Landing, on the River Nor. It’s just after noon—sunset’s not for awhile. I don’t know what happened to you, but I’d like to help, if I can.”
“…Once the sun sets, I’ll be an even greater threat to you.”
“That’s true, but…”
⬇️ options in comments ⬇️
“…Once the sun sets, I’ll be an even greater threat to you.”
“That’s true, but…”
⬇️ options in comments ⬇️
“…trees?” They study the scattered flowers, and it clicks— “Hawthorn. My name is Hawthorn.”
“Nice to meet you.” The greeting comes naturally, despite the circumstances. “I’m Ezra.”
“You’re afraid of me, Ezra.” Red eyes stare.
Ezra eyes the dagger. “Well…only if you’re…hungry.”
(options in comments⬇️)
“Nice to meet you.” The greeting comes naturally, despite the circumstances. “I’m Ezra.”
“You’re afraid of me, Ezra.” Red eyes stare.
Ezra eyes the dagger. “Well…only if you’re…hungry.”
(options in comments⬇️)
Leaving the canvas tarp blocking the sun, Ezra quietly asks, “What’s your name?”
The vampire slowly, stiffly, sits up. “My name…is…”
“Could you be…Datura?”
They squint in the brightness. “…that doesn’t sound right. My name has something to do with…”
(see comment for options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
The vampire slowly, stiffly, sits up. “My name…is…”
“Could you be…Datura?”
They squint in the brightness. “…that doesn’t sound right. My name has something to do with…”
(see comment for options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
January 28, 2026 at 7:19 AM
“Listen, Hawthorn, we’re about half a mile from Jack’s Landing, on the River Nor. It’s just after noon—sunset’s not for awhile. I don’t know what happened to you, but I’d like to help, if I can.”
“…Once the sun sets, I’ll be an even greater threat to you.”
“That’s true, but…”
⬇️ options in comments ⬇️
“…Once the sun sets, I’ll be an even greater threat to you.”
“That’s true, but…”
⬇️ options in comments ⬇️
January 28, 2026 at 6:55 AM
January 28, 2026 at 6:24 AM
Hello #vss365 crowd! please help me write an interactive story:
Hawthorn hasn’t bared their fangs…yet 🩸 How should Ezra proceed?
*cross-posted on the Bird Site, if you prefer to vote over there :)
Hawthorn hasn’t bared their fangs…yet 🩸 How should Ezra proceed?
*cross-posted on the Bird Site, if you prefer to vote over there :)
“…trees?” They study the scattered flowers, and it clicks— “Hawthorn. My name is Hawthorn.”
“Nice to meet you.” The greeting comes naturally, despite the circumstances. “I’m Ezra.”
“You’re afraid of me, Ezra.” Red eyes stare.
Ezra eyes the dagger. “Well…only if you’re…hungry.”
(options in comments⬇️)
“Nice to meet you.” The greeting comes naturally, despite the circumstances. “I’m Ezra.”
“You’re afraid of me, Ezra.” Red eyes stare.
Ezra eyes the dagger. “Well…only if you’re…hungry.”
(options in comments⬇️)
Leaving the canvas tarp blocking the sun, Ezra quietly asks, “What’s your name?”
The vampire slowly, stiffly, sits up. “My name…is…”
“Could you be…Datura?”
They squint in the brightness. “…that doesn’t sound right. My name has something to do with…”
(see comment for options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
The vampire slowly, stiffly, sits up. “My name…is…”
“Could you be…Datura?”
They squint in the brightness. “…that doesn’t sound right. My name has something to do with…”
(see comment for options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
January 27, 2026 at 7:13 PM
Hello #vss365 crowd! please help me write an interactive story:
Hawthorn hasn’t bared their fangs…yet 🩸 How should Ezra proceed?
*cross-posted on the Bird Site, if you prefer to vote over there :)
Hawthorn hasn’t bared their fangs…yet 🩸 How should Ezra proceed?
*cross-posted on the Bird Site, if you prefer to vote over there :)
“…trees?” They study the scattered flowers, and it clicks— “Hawthorn. My name is Hawthorn.”
“Nice to meet you.” The greeting comes naturally, despite the circumstances. “I’m Ezra.”
“You’re afraid of me, Ezra.” Red eyes stare.
Ezra eyes the dagger. “Well…only if you’re…hungry.”
(options in comments⬇️)
“Nice to meet you.” The greeting comes naturally, despite the circumstances. “I’m Ezra.”
“You’re afraid of me, Ezra.” Red eyes stare.
Ezra eyes the dagger. “Well…only if you’re…hungry.”
(options in comments⬇️)
Leaving the canvas tarp blocking the sun, Ezra quietly asks, “What’s your name?”
The vampire slowly, stiffly, sits up. “My name…is…”
“Could you be…Datura?”
They squint in the brightness. “…that doesn’t sound right. My name has something to do with…”
(see comment for options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
The vampire slowly, stiffly, sits up. “My name…is…”
“Could you be…Datura?”
They squint in the brightness. “…that doesn’t sound right. My name has something to do with…”
(see comment for options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
Despite there being no pulse, the person’s hand releases the flowers and grabs hold of Ezra’s.
They groan, “Where…?”
The dagger thunks down as they push back the blindfold, revealing rusty red eyes.
A vampire, Ezra thinks, and it is a sunny afternoon—
(see comment for options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
They groan, “Where…?”
The dagger thunks down as they push back the blindfold, revealing rusty red eyes.
A vampire, Ezra thinks, and it is a sunny afternoon—
(see comment for options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
January 27, 2026 at 7:18 AM
“…trees?” They study the scattered flowers, and it clicks— “Hawthorn. My name is Hawthorn.”
“Nice to meet you.” The greeting comes naturally, despite the circumstances. “I’m Ezra.”
“You’re afraid of me, Ezra.” Red eyes stare.
Ezra eyes the dagger. “Well…only if you’re…hungry.”
(options in comments⬇️)
“Nice to meet you.” The greeting comes naturally, despite the circumstances. “I’m Ezra.”
“You’re afraid of me, Ezra.” Red eyes stare.
Ezra eyes the dagger. “Well…only if you’re…hungry.”
(options in comments⬇️)
January 27, 2026 at 6:46 AM
She didn’t grow up believing in magic—one of those solemn children with too-practical parents, fenced in by an iron and concrete city. But on the #cusp of adulthood, magic found her—violently and without quarter, dragging her into a destiny she was poorly prepared for…
#vss365
#vss365
January 27, 2026 at 6:41 AM
Leaving the canvas tarp blocking the sun, Ezra quietly asks, “What’s your name?”
The vampire slowly, stiffly, sits up. “My name…is…”
“Could you be…Datura?”
They squint in the brightness. “…that doesn’t sound right. My name has something to do with…”
(see comment for options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
The vampire slowly, stiffly, sits up. “My name…is…”
“Could you be…Datura?”
They squint in the brightness. “…that doesn’t sound right. My name has something to do with…”
(see comment for options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
Despite there being no pulse, the person’s hand releases the flowers and grabs hold of Ezra’s.
They groan, “Where…?”
The dagger thunks down as they push back the blindfold, revealing rusty red eyes.
A vampire, Ezra thinks, and it is a sunny afternoon—
(see comment for options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
They groan, “Where…?”
The dagger thunks down as they push back the blindfold, revealing rusty red eyes.
A vampire, Ezra thinks, and it is a sunny afternoon—
(see comment for options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
…a body, laid out in gold-trimmed finery. Cowled and blindfolded, all Ezra can make out of facial features are blue-tinged lips. The figure's arms are crossed over their chest; one hand clasps a silver dagger, the other holds white flowers.
Ezra leans closer, to determine:
(see options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
Ezra leans closer, to determine:
(see options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
January 26, 2026 at 7:14 AM
Leaving the canvas tarp blocking the sun, Ezra quietly asks, “What’s your name?”
The vampire slowly, stiffly, sits up. “My name…is…”
“Could you be…Datura?”
They squint in the brightness. “…that doesn’t sound right. My name has something to do with…”
(see comment for options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
The vampire slowly, stiffly, sits up. “My name…is…”
“Could you be…Datura?”
They squint in the brightness. “…that doesn’t sound right. My name has something to do with…”
(see comment for options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
light clothes have no place
in a blizzard, but—
she’s an ice queen
#DailyHaikuPrompt #blizzard #LightClothes #haiku
in a blizzard, but—
she’s an ice queen
#DailyHaikuPrompt #blizzard #LightClothes #haiku
January 26, 2026 at 6:55 AM
light clothes have no place
in a blizzard, but—
she’s an ice queen
#DailyHaikuPrompt #blizzard #LightClothes #haiku
in a blizzard, but—
she’s an ice queen
#DailyHaikuPrompt #blizzard #LightClothes #haiku
Sloan first saw Tawnie when she was ejected from Fairmont Jr’s party—hair mussed, missing an earring. Her dress strap #slipping down, almost revealing too much. Discovered somewhere she shouldn’t have been. Screeching, security dragging her out—but her eyes were laughing.
#vss365
#vss365
January 25, 2026 at 10:05 PM
Happy Sunday, #vss365 crowd! Help me write an interactive story: read the options ⬇️ and comment your answer—our protagonist has a vampire on their hands! Is the answer violence or conversation?
Poll is also open on Twitter, until midnight MST ✨✨
Poll is also open on Twitter, until midnight MST ✨✨
Despite there being no pulse, the person’s hand releases the flowers and grabs hold of Ezra’s.
They groan, “Where…?”
The dagger thunks down as they push back the blindfold, revealing rusty red eyes.
A vampire, Ezra thinks, and it is a sunny afternoon—
(see comment for options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
They groan, “Where…?”
The dagger thunks down as they push back the blindfold, revealing rusty red eyes.
A vampire, Ezra thinks, and it is a sunny afternoon—
(see comment for options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
…a body, laid out in gold-trimmed finery. Cowled and blindfolded, all Ezra can make out of facial features are blue-tinged lips. The figure's arms are crossed over their chest; one hand clasps a silver dagger, the other holds white flowers.
Ezra leans closer, to determine:
(see options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
Ezra leans closer, to determine:
(see options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
January 25, 2026 at 7:05 PM
Happy Sunday, #vss365 crowd! Help me write an interactive story: read the options ⬇️ and comment your answer—our protagonist has a vampire on their hands! Is the answer violence or conversation?
Poll is also open on Twitter, until midnight MST ✨✨
Poll is also open on Twitter, until midnight MST ✨✨
“final girl writing” is brought to you by the dragon you don’t want slain, & the roses not yet in bloom.
subscribe & comment: write a scene set in morning traffic.
xo, Katherine
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subscribe & comment: write a scene set in morning traffic.
xo, Katherine
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scribblings
january 24
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January 25, 2026 at 8:12 AM
“final girl writing” is brought to you by the dragon you don’t want slain, & the roses not yet in bloom.
subscribe & comment: write a scene set in morning traffic.
xo, Katherine
open.substack.com/pub/finalgir...
subscribe & comment: write a scene set in morning traffic.
xo, Katherine
open.substack.com/pub/finalgir...
Despite there being no pulse, the person’s hand releases the flowers and grabs hold of Ezra’s.
They groan, “Where…?”
The dagger thunks down as they push back the blindfold, revealing rusty red eyes.
A vampire, Ezra thinks, and it is a sunny afternoon—
(see comment for options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
They groan, “Where…?”
The dagger thunks down as they push back the blindfold, revealing rusty red eyes.
A vampire, Ezra thinks, and it is a sunny afternoon—
(see comment for options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
…a body, laid out in gold-trimmed finery. Cowled and blindfolded, all Ezra can make out of facial features are blue-tinged lips. The figure's arms are crossed over their chest; one hand clasps a silver dagger, the other holds white flowers.
Ezra leans closer, to determine:
(see options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
Ezra leans closer, to determine:
(see options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
January 25, 2026 at 7:11 AM
Despite there being no pulse, the person’s hand releases the flowers and grabs hold of Ezra’s.
They groan, “Where…?”
The dagger thunks down as they push back the blindfold, revealing rusty red eyes.
A vampire, Ezra thinks, and it is a sunny afternoon—
(see comment for options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
They groan, “Where…?”
The dagger thunks down as they push back the blindfold, revealing rusty red eyes.
A vampire, Ezra thinks, and it is a sunny afternoon—
(see comment for options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
fight on, write on—calling the #FastPrompt squad to don their capes, shake down some villains, and serve up some Justice!
January 25, 2026 at 5:03 AM
fight on, write on—calling the #FastPrompt squad to don their capes, shake down some villains, and serve up some Justice!
missing the mountains
over cold coffee, over
cold love, spilled sugar
#DailyHaikuPrompt #mountain #haiku
over cold coffee, over
cold love, spilled sugar
#DailyHaikuPrompt #mountain #haiku
January 24, 2026 at 8:20 PM
missing the mountains
over cold coffee, over
cold love, spilled sugar
#DailyHaikuPrompt #mountain #haiku
over cold coffee, over
cold love, spilled sugar
#DailyHaikuPrompt #mountain #haiku
evening rain, washing
the last of the snow away
you wring out your hair
#DailyHaikuPrompt #EveningRain #haiku
the last of the snow away
you wring out your hair
#DailyHaikuPrompt #EveningRain #haiku
January 24, 2026 at 5:44 PM
evening rain, washing
the last of the snow away
you wring out your hair
#DailyHaikuPrompt #EveningRain #haiku
the last of the snow away
you wring out your hair
#DailyHaikuPrompt #EveningRain #haiku
…a body, laid out in gold-trimmed finery. Cowled and blindfolded, all Ezra can make out of facial features are blue-tinged lips. The figure's arms are crossed over their chest; one hand clasps a silver dagger, the other holds white flowers.
Ezra leans closer, to determine:
(see options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
Ezra leans closer, to determine:
(see options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
January 24, 2026 at 6:58 AM
…a body, laid out in gold-trimmed finery. Cowled and blindfolded, all Ezra can make out of facial features are blue-tinged lips. The figure's arms are crossed over their chest; one hand clasps a silver dagger, the other holds white flowers.
Ezra leans closer, to determine:
(see options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
Ezra leans closer, to determine:
(see options ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️ )
January 24, 2026 at 4:03 AM