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
Pinned
Ezra squints at the sky. “Right, I think I have some time.” He settles on the bank, in the sunlight.
Hawthorn mutters from the shadows, in a different language than Common, before snapping, “Why?”
Ezra grins. “Curiosity. And I feel like you’d be lonely if I left now. So…”
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Hawthorn mutters from the shadows, in a different language than Common, before snapping, “Why?”
Ezra grins. “Curiosity. And I feel like you’d be lonely if I left now. So…”
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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 ⬇️
“I have to ask, are you in pain?”
Hawthorn shifts, red eyes glinting from the shade. “I think…I was poisoned. It is uncomfortable, but I can bear it until I can…hunt.”
An awkward silence ensues.
“I would rather you didn’t hurt anyone in town,” Ezra says quietly.
Hawthorn:
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Hawthorn shifts, red eyes glinting from the shade. “I think…I was poisoned. It is uncomfortable, but I can bear it until I can…hunt.”
An awkward silence ensues.
“I would rather you didn’t hurt anyone in town,” Ezra says quietly.
Hawthorn:
⬇️ see options in comments ⬇️
January 31, 2026 at 8:46 AM
“I have to ask, are you in pain?”
Hawthorn shifts, red eyes glinting from the shade. “I think…I was poisoned. It is uncomfortable, but I can bear it until I can…hunt.”
An awkward silence ensues.
“I would rather you didn’t hurt anyone in town,” Ezra says quietly.
Hawthorn:
⬇️ see options in comments ⬇️
Hawthorn shifts, red eyes glinting from the shade. “I think…I was poisoned. It is uncomfortable, but I can bear it until I can…hunt.”
An awkward silence ensues.
“I would rather you didn’t hurt anyone in town,” Ezra says quietly.
Hawthorn:
⬇️ see options in comments ⬇️
Ezra squints at the sky. “Right, I think I have some time.” He settles on the bank, in the sunlight.
Hawthorn mutters from the shadows, in a different language than Common, before snapping, “Why?”
Ezra grins. “Curiosity. And I feel like you’d be lonely if I left now. So…”
⬇️ see options in comments ⬇️
Hawthorn mutters from the shadows, in a different language than Common, before snapping, “Why?”
Ezra grins. “Curiosity. And I feel like you’d be lonely if I left now. So…”
⬇️ see options in comments ⬇️
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 ⬇️
January 31, 2026 at 7:32 AM
“I have to ask, are you in pain?”
Hawthorn shifts, red eyes glinting from the shade. “I think…I was poisoned. It is uncomfortable, but I can bear it until I can…hunt.”
An awkward silence ensues.
“I would rather you didn’t hurt anyone in town,” Ezra says quietly.
Hawthorn:
⬇️ see options in comments ⬇️
Hawthorn shifts, red eyes glinting from the shade. “I think…I was poisoned. It is uncomfortable, but I can bear it until I can…hunt.”
An awkward silence ensues.
“I would rather you didn’t hurt anyone in town,” Ezra says quietly.
Hawthorn:
⬇️ see options in comments ⬇️
The #thrum of magic stopped Viola dead in her tracks. Like a badly tuned guitar, the vibration lingered in her chest—and then was cut off.
“Someone’s dead,” she said, and started walking in the right direction. Or the wrong one, depending on your point of view.
Wicke cursed and followed her.
#vss365
“Someone’s dead,” she said, and started walking in the right direction. Or the wrong one, depending on your point of view.
Wicke cursed and followed her.
#vss365
January 31, 2026 at 3:56 AM
bare legs, sweat-stained sheets
mosquito-whine lullaby
high noon—darkened room
#DailyHaikuPrompt #mosquito #haiku
mosquito-whine lullaby
high noon—darkened room
#DailyHaikuPrompt #mosquito #haiku
January 31, 2026 at 3:49 AM
bare legs, sweat-stained sheets
mosquito-whine lullaby
high noon—darkened room
#DailyHaikuPrompt #mosquito #haiku
mosquito-whine lullaby
high noon—darkened room
#DailyHaikuPrompt #mosquito #haiku
kingfisher, crown me—
with vibrant blue feathers, with
summer’s fleeting kiss
#DailyHaikuPrompt #kingfisher #haiku
with vibrant blue feathers, with
summer’s fleeting kiss
#DailyHaikuPrompt #kingfisher #haiku
January 30, 2026 at 7:30 AM
kingfisher, crown me—
with vibrant blue feathers, with
summer’s fleeting kiss
#DailyHaikuPrompt #kingfisher #haiku
with vibrant blue feathers, with
summer’s fleeting kiss
#DailyHaikuPrompt #kingfisher #haiku
Ezra squints at the sky. “Right, I think I have some time.” He settles on the bank, in the sunlight.
Hawthorn mutters from the shadows, in a different language than Common, before snapping, “Why?”
Ezra grins. “Curiosity. And I feel like you’d be lonely if I left now. So…”
⬇️ see options in comments ⬇️
Hawthorn mutters from the shadows, in a different language than Common, before snapping, “Why?”
Ezra grins. “Curiosity. And I feel like you’d be lonely if I left now. So…”
⬇️ see options in comments ⬇️
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 ⬇️
January 30, 2026 at 7:22 AM
Ezra squints at the sky. “Right, I think I have some time.” He settles on the bank, in the sunlight.
Hawthorn mutters from the shadows, in a different language than Common, before snapping, “Why?”
Ezra grins. “Curiosity. And I feel like you’d be lonely if I left now. So…”
⬇️ see options in comments ⬇️
Hawthorn mutters from the shadows, in a different language than Common, before snapping, “Why?”
Ezra grins. “Curiosity. And I feel like you’d be lonely if I left now. So…”
⬇️ see options in comments ⬇️
crunch across hoarfrost
just to kiss a boy, to make him
warm your fingers
#DailyHaikuPrompt #hoarfrost #haiku
just to kiss a boy, to make him
warm your fingers
#DailyHaikuPrompt #hoarfrost #haiku
January 30, 2026 at 6:24 AM
crunch across hoarfrost
just to kiss a boy, to make him
warm your fingers
#DailyHaikuPrompt #hoarfrost #haiku
just to kiss a boy, to make him
warm your fingers
#DailyHaikuPrompt #hoarfrost #haiku
Before she went missing, my best friend Kate taught me the word “ #obfuscate”: to obscure and complicate, to hide or darken. She was always super smart and eloquent, but never rubbed your face in it—so I know whatever is sitting in the backseat isn’t her, just something wearing her face…
#vss365
#vss365
January 30, 2026 at 3:53 AM
Before she went missing, my best friend Kate taught me the word “ #obfuscate”: to obscure and complicate, to hide or darken. She was always super smart and eloquent, but never rubbed your face in it—so I know whatever is sitting in the backseat isn’t her, just something wearing her face…
#vss365
#vss365
Hello #vss365 crowd! it would really help me out if you could read and comment on my interactive story:
should Ezra heed Hawthorn’s warning 🗡️ or stick around a little longer? 💬
*cross-posted on the Bird Site, if you prefer to vote over there :)
should Ezra heed Hawthorn’s warning 🗡️ or stick around a little longer? 💬
*cross-posted on the Bird Site, if you prefer to vote over there :)
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 ⬇️
January 29, 2026 at 8:12 PM
Hello #vss365 crowd! it would really help me out if you could read and comment on my interactive story:
should Ezra heed Hawthorn’s warning 🗡️ or stick around a little longer? 💬
*cross-posted on the Bird Site, if you prefer to vote over there :)
should Ezra heed Hawthorn’s warning 🗡️ or stick around a little longer? 💬
*cross-posted on the Bird Site, if you prefer to vote over there :)
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
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
“…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 ✨✨