@kattra.bsky.social
she/they | 37 | 💖💜💙 Failed hermit | Attention whore Optimistic pessimist | Beautiful hypocrite writer of microfiction and poetry
“final girl writing” is brought to you by a cenotaph, frostbite, and what’s hidden under the roots.
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xo, Katherine
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She moves through #vespertine woods, faithful hound at her side. She has been walking this same path for several hundred years, traveling to the same oak tree. Her lover is buried beneath its roots. He is not dead. How he came to be there is only partly her fault.
#vss365
as winter sets in
my heart goes with the juncos
nestled in southern sun
#DailyHaikuPrompt #juncos #haiku
a painted face:
lovely by moonlight, unknown
by dawn’s unveiling
#DailyHaikuPrompt #moon #paint #haiku
cold nights roll over
into glistening mornings
skating on sidewalks
#DailyHaikuPrompt #ColdNight #haiku
She needs a minute, before heading inside. So she wanders down the block, glancing at #Christmas_trees framed in living room windows. A couple houses down, a stranger smokes. In a Hallmark movie, this could be a meet-cute. But this is reality, and she keeps walking.
#vssChristmas
The first warning came on Sunday morning: a severed arm, nailed by the palm to the #cenotaph in the centre of town. Everyone saw, on the way to church. Certain names on the stone had been scratched out. Certain families were furious, and (more rightly so) terrified.
#horrorprompt
“final girl writing” is brought to you by sentient baked goods, and the stirrings of vengeance.
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xo, Katherine
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tracing the moon’s path
my cold bed, silvered, missing
the shape of you
#DailyHaikuPrompt #moon #haiku
we cannot presume
the mood of the cat, who lies
watching the caged birds
#HaikuFeels #presume #haiku
Desmond joined Grey, out in the rain. She told him the news of her brother’s death. He draped his coat over her shoulders and thought himself #chivalrous. Truthfully, she’d rather he let her borrow his sword, if he couldn’t offer to kill that bastard, Martins, himself.
#vss365
Fresh from the oven, the #gingerbread is left to cool. The youngest peeks over the counter and whispers a spell. The cookies jump up; half start to dance, the rest grab various utensils and begin to duel.
Grandmother enters, sighing at the chaos. “Again, Annabeth?”
#vssChristmas
He toiled for a year and a day, until—success! His #alchemical bride, brought back from the dead. Her body flawless, her love for him intact—her craving for blood, unforeseen. Once her lover-creator was drained dry, she took her grief and hunger out into the night…
#horrorprompt
You shouldn’t have looked in her closet. Dozens of photos of you, tacked to the wall. Scribbles of ink and scissor slashes #marring_your face. Her journal: pages of intimate details, of what she wants to do to you—
You hear her approaching footsteps. What do you do?
#horrorprompt
winter tableau:
the chickadees pause
the cat, observing
#HaikuChallenge #tableau #haiku
snow, stretched side to side
this bleached view, disrupted—
a cardinal flies
#DailyHaikuPrompt #flies #vssDaily #cardinal
she shells fresh peas
with the patience of a saint
taste of summer sun
#DailyHaikuPrompt #FreshPeas #vssDaily #saint #haiku
Christine fled into the #aphotic dark of the cathedral, praying the thing that had once been her sister would pass right by, deterred by holy ground—but Lily could hear her mortal heartbeat, follow her heat. Wait her out, at least until sunrise…
#vss365
Eira was so #excited for the Midwinter festival, she started making headdresses as soon as Samhain passed: bending holly and ivy, cedar and fir, bound with red ribbons trailing down.
Three of them: one for her, one for her living sister, the last for her dead one.
#vssChristmas
jack frost comes kissing
leaves my cup of tea stone cold
and my skin fevered
#DailyHaikuPrompt #tea #haiku
He thought himself quite #suave, entering the ballroom in his silver suit and wolf #mask. However, all the ladies avoided him, whispering behind their fans. He was confused, until he saw Miss Melody in her black cat costume, smirking at him from the punchbowl.
#vss365 #whistpr
Dr.Chanter entered ground zero, awkward in her hazmat suit. Her uncle stood in the ruined living room, unaffected by the spores.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” he said, observing the colourful #fungal growths blooming on every surface, including what was left of his wife.
#horrorprompt
my thanks to all the prompt hosts i used through the month~ i couldn't write without the constant sparks of inspiration✨✨
thank you also to everyone who liked and commented on my work, i love you all~💕
calling it, with five minutes to go in November:
i had a writing goal of 1000 words per day, and my grand total for the month is 35,640 words 🎉🎉
this includes all my micro-pieces posted here, as well as other creative writing and outlining i accomplished~
One #last job, Whistler promised her. Just meet a few people, transport some items, and watch my back.
Now they were pinned down in a warehouse, low on ammo and holy water, surrounded by dozens of undead—all controlled by a necromancer who was also, unfortunately, her ex.
#vss365
surrounded by beautiful boys and girls
like perfectly ripened grapes—she plucks,
she savours—skin on skin
#replete with pleasure in a golden utopia
#poetry
her optimism
(and taste for blood) raise several
sanguine flags
#HaikuChallenge #sanguine #haiku
snow white, sleeping beauty
warm in her winter coat
surrounded by thorns
#DailyHaikuChallenge #WinterCoat #HaikuFeels #thorn #haiku
we’re chasing down the end of the year
in our sunday best
at the strike of midnight
who’s hand will you be holding?
save the #last dance
last dress, undone
last dose of sweet champagne
only the best for these endings
to taste those last drops on your lips
#vss365 #poetry
