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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“What would you offer me instead?”
“You need blood, right?”
“Correct.”
“Does it need to be human?”
“...No.”
“If I get it for you, do I have your word you’ll leave the people of Jack’s Landing unharmed?”
Hawthorn smiles. “Perhaps. Where do you intend to source the blood, Ezra?”
⬇️options in comments⬇️
“You need blood, right?”
“Correct.”
“Does it need to be human?”
“...No.”
“If I get it for you, do I have your word you’ll leave the people of Jack’s Landing unharmed?”
Hawthorn smiles. “Perhaps. Where do you intend to source the blood, Ezra?”
⬇️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:
⬇️ 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 ⬇️
“From the butcher.” It’s the easiest choice, but Ezra sees Hawthorn’s nose wrinkle.
“That could help take the edge off,” they say, “Could you fetch it for me now?”
Ezra agrees, but he can’t help but feel Hawthorn is still trying to get rid of him…should he leave them alone?
⬇️options in comments⬇️
“That could help take the edge off,” they say, “Could you fetch it for me now?”
Ezra agrees, but he can’t help but feel Hawthorn is still trying to get rid of him…should he leave them alone?
⬇️options in comments⬇️
Happy Monday #vss365 crowd! please help me out by reading and commenting on my interactive story:
Off to the butcher 🔪…maybe. Ezra has some doubts, and Hawthorn has some secrets…
*cross-posted on the Bird Site (same username, post is pinned), if you prefer to vote over there :)
Off to the butcher 🔪…maybe. Ezra has some doubts, and Hawthorn has some secrets…
*cross-posted on the Bird Site (same username, post is pinned), if you prefer to vote over there :)
“From the butcher.” It’s the easiest choice, but Ezra sees Hawthorn’s nose wrinkle.
“That could help take the edge off,” they say, “Could you fetch it for me now?”
Ezra agrees, but he can’t help but feel Hawthorn is still trying to get rid of him…should he leave them alone?
⬇️options in comments⬇️
“That could help take the edge off,” they say, “Could you fetch it for me now?”
Ezra agrees, but he can’t help but feel Hawthorn is still trying to get rid of him…should he leave them alone?
⬇️options in comments⬇️
“What would you offer me instead?”
“You need blood, right?”
“Correct.”
“Does it need to be human?”
“...No.”
“If I get it for you, do I have your word you’ll leave the people of Jack’s Landing unharmed?”
Hawthorn smiles. “Perhaps. Where do you intend to source the blood, Ezra?”
⬇️options in comments⬇️
“You need blood, right?”
“Correct.”
“Does it need to be human?”
“...No.”
“If I get it for you, do I have your word you’ll leave the people of Jack’s Landing unharmed?”
Hawthorn smiles. “Perhaps. Where do you intend to source the blood, Ezra?”
⬇️options in comments⬇️
February 2, 2026 at 8:04 PM
Happy Monday #vss365 crowd! please help me out by reading and commenting on my interactive story:
Off to the butcher 🔪…maybe. Ezra has some doubts, and Hawthorn has some secrets…
*cross-posted on the Bird Site (same username, post is pinned), if you prefer to vote over there :)
Off to the butcher 🔪…maybe. Ezra has some doubts, and Hawthorn has some secrets…
*cross-posted on the Bird Site (same username, post is pinned), if you prefer to vote over there :)
The cat hissed at her #shadow, which seemed to be extending farther across the floor than the lighting allowed…Wicke flicked open his knife, dropping it into the humming tar. It shrieked, and so did Ellis.
“So, did you want to be possessed, or no?” he asked with a grin.
#vss365
“So, did you want to be possessed, or no?” he asked with a grin.
#vss365
February 2, 2026 at 8:26 AM
“From the butcher.” It’s the easiest choice, but Ezra sees Hawthorn’s nose wrinkle.
“That could help take the edge off,” they say, “Could you fetch it for me now?”
Ezra agrees, but he can’t help but feel Hawthorn is still trying to get rid of him…should he leave them alone?
⬇️options in comments⬇️
“That could help take the edge off,” they say, “Could you fetch it for me now?”
Ezra agrees, but he can’t help but feel Hawthorn is still trying to get rid of him…should he leave them alone?
⬇️options in comments⬇️
“What would you offer me instead?”
“You need blood, right?”
“Correct.”
“Does it need to be human?”
“...No.”
“If I get it for you, do I have your word you’ll leave the people of Jack’s Landing unharmed?”
Hawthorn smiles. “Perhaps. Where do you intend to source the blood, Ezra?”
⬇️options in comments⬇️
“You need blood, right?”
“Correct.”
“Does it need to be human?”
“...No.”
“If I get it for you, do I have your word you’ll leave the people of Jack’s Landing unharmed?”
Hawthorn smiles. “Perhaps. Where do you intend to source the blood, Ezra?”
⬇️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:
⬇️ 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 ⬇️
February 2, 2026 at 7:27 AM
“From the butcher.” It’s the easiest choice, but Ezra sees Hawthorn’s nose wrinkle.
“That could help take the edge off,” they say, “Could you fetch it for me now?”
Ezra agrees, but he can’t help but feel Hawthorn is still trying to get rid of him…should he leave them alone?
⬇️options in comments⬇️
“That could help take the edge off,” they say, “Could you fetch it for me now?”
Ezra agrees, but he can’t help but feel Hawthorn is still trying to get rid of him…should he leave them alone?
⬇️options in comments⬇️
this overcast day
keeps the winter hag inside
Brigid’s flame brightens—
#DailyHaikuPrompt #overcast #haiku #imbolc
keeps the winter hag inside
Brigid’s flame brightens—
#DailyHaikuPrompt #overcast #haiku #imbolc
February 2, 2026 at 7:11 AM
this overcast day
keeps the winter hag inside
Brigid’s flame brightens—
#DailyHaikuPrompt #overcast #haiku #imbolc
keeps the winter hag inside
Brigid’s flame brightens—
#DailyHaikuPrompt #overcast #haiku #imbolc
Good Sunday to all, #vss365 crowd! please help me out by reading and commenting on my interactive story:
making a deal with a devil? 😈 but how should Ezra deliver? 🩸
*cross-posted on the Bird Site (same handle, post is pinned), if you prefer to vote over there 💖
making a deal with a devil? 😈 but how should Ezra deliver? 🩸
*cross-posted on the Bird Site (same handle, post is pinned), if you prefer to vote over there 💖
“What would you offer me instead?”
“You need blood, right?”
“Correct.”
“Does it need to be human?”
“...No.”
“If I get it for you, do I have your word you’ll leave the people of Jack’s Landing unharmed?”
Hawthorn smiles. “Perhaps. Where do you intend to source the blood, Ezra?”
⬇️options in comments⬇️
“You need blood, right?”
“Correct.”
“Does it need to be human?”
“...No.”
“If I get it for you, do I have your word you’ll leave the people of Jack’s Landing unharmed?”
Hawthorn smiles. “Perhaps. Where do you intend to source the blood, Ezra?”
⬇️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:
⬇️ 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 ⬇️
February 1, 2026 at 8:41 PM
Good Sunday to all, #vss365 crowd! please help me out by reading and commenting on my interactive story:
making a deal with a devil? 😈 but how should Ezra deliver? 🩸
*cross-posted on the Bird Site (same handle, post is pinned), if you prefer to vote over there 💖
making a deal with a devil? 😈 but how should Ezra deliver? 🩸
*cross-posted on the Bird Site (same handle, post is pinned), if you prefer to vote over there 💖
Moving day sucked. The power hadn’t been turned on. Some dishes had cracked; the bedframe hadn’t been delivered. As Selene settled on the floor in a sleeping bag, a ghostly violin played #soothingly through the house.
Goodnight, she whispered to this unexpected roommate.
#vss365
Goodnight, she whispered to this unexpected roommate.
#vss365
February 1, 2026 at 8:39 PM
Moving day sucked. The power hadn’t been turned on. Some dishes had cracked; the bedframe hadn’t been delivered. As Selene settled on the floor in a sleeping bag, a ghostly violin played #soothingly through the house.
Goodnight, she whispered to this unexpected roommate.
#vss365
Goodnight, she whispered to this unexpected roommate.
#vss365
“final girl writing” is brought to you by meetings in graveyards, half-drowned rage, & a series of car crashes.
subscribe & comment: write a single long sentence about your morning routine (do you make coffee?).
xo, Katherine
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xo, Katherine
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january 31
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“final girl writing” is brought to you by meetings in graveyards, half-drowned rage, & a series of car crashes.
subscribe & comment: write a single long sentence about your morning routine (do you make coffee?).
xo, Katherine
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xo, Katherine
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“What would you offer me instead?”
“You need blood, right?”
“Correct.”
“Does it need to be human?”
“...No.”
“If I get it for you, do I have your word you’ll leave the people of Jack’s Landing unharmed?”
Hawthorn smiles. “Perhaps. Where do you intend to source the blood, Ezra?”
⬇️options in comments⬇️
“You need blood, right?”
“Correct.”
“Does it need to be human?”
“...No.”
“If I get it for you, do I have your word you’ll leave the people of Jack’s Landing unharmed?”
Hawthorn smiles. “Perhaps. Where do you intend to source the blood, Ezra?”
⬇️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:
⬇️ 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 ⬇️
February 1, 2026 at 7:29 AM
“What would you offer me instead?”
“You need blood, right?”
“Correct.”
“Does it need to be human?”
“...No.”
“If I get it for you, do I have your word you’ll leave the people of Jack’s Landing unharmed?”
Hawthorn smiles. “Perhaps. Where do you intend to source the blood, Ezra?”
⬇️options in comments⬇️
“You need blood, right?”
“Correct.”
“Does it need to be human?”
“...No.”
“If I get it for you, do I have your word you’ll leave the people of Jack’s Landing unharmed?”
Hawthorn smiles. “Perhaps. Where do you intend to source the blood, Ezra?”
⬇️options in comments⬇️
February 1, 2026 at 6:38 AM
i might be landlocked, but the ocean keeps calling me through all the shells lined up on my windowsill…telling me to hop aboard the #FastPrompt ship and get creative! 🌊🌊🌊
February 1, 2026 at 4:31 AM
i might be landlocked, but the ocean keeps calling me through all the shells lined up on my windowsill…telling me to hop aboard the #FastPrompt ship and get creative! 🌊🌊🌊
curtain-dimmed glimmer
while they make love, the full moon
shines on and on and—
#DailyHaikuPrompt #glimmer #haiku
while they make love, the full moon
shines on and on and—
#DailyHaikuPrompt #glimmer #haiku
February 1, 2026 at 3:13 AM
curtain-dimmed glimmer
while they make love, the full moon
shines on and on and—
#DailyHaikuPrompt #glimmer #haiku
while they make love, the full moon
shines on and on and—
#DailyHaikuPrompt #glimmer #haiku
Happy Saturday to the #vss365 & #FastPrompt crowd! please help me out and comment on my interactive story:
Hawthorn is hurting 🩸 and Ezra is worried 🗡️
how should H react?
*cross-posted on the Bird Site (same handle, post is pinned), if you prefer to vote over there 💖
Hawthorn is hurting 🩸 and Ezra is worried 🗡️
how should H react?
*cross-posted on the Bird Site (same handle, post is pinned), if you prefer to vote over there 💖
“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 ⬇️
January 31, 2026 at 8:19 PM
Happy Saturday to the #vss365 & #FastPrompt crowd! please help me out and comment on my interactive story:
Hawthorn is hurting 🩸 and Ezra is worried 🗡️
how should H react?
*cross-posted on the Bird Site (same handle, post is pinned), if you prefer to vote over there 💖
Hawthorn is hurting 🩸 and Ezra is worried 🗡️
how should H react?
*cross-posted on the Bird Site (same handle, post is pinned), if you prefer to vote over there 💖
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
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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.”
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“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.”
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“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…”
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“…Once the sun sets, I’ll be an even greater threat to you.”
“That’s true, but…”
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“…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.”
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“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.”
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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.”
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“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.”
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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…
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January 29, 2026 at 6:27 AM