Kat Martin

Pfp art by me, pronouns are she/her. A learning wordsmith with many names, I like adrenaline-fueled adventures, whether it’s fantasy castles, spy missions, vampire hunts, or Greek gods.

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Kat Martin

Pfp art by me, pronouns are she/her. A learning wordsmith with many names, I like adrenaline-fueled adventures, whether it’s fantasy castles, spy missions, vampire hunts, or Greek gods.

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Secrecy And Stew

Kat Martin

4 min read

content warnings: murder, blood, character death

She nodded, slipping under notice as she so often did, a shadow in this monster’s plush home. She smiled mindlessly as she set the tray on the table, delicately indulging in the idea they all held of her. Human, weak, stupid. She had two arms, two eyes, thin wheat-colored hair, and an inferior mind. They would never guess what she’d done this m...

Action

Science fiction

High Above…?

Kat Martin

1 min read

I float.

Above, above, above,

Out of my body

Sometimes I forget that the words have to have thoughts behind them,

that they won’t just burble out in neat, cursive lines

I wish I could be floating,

not here in my body.

Not here,

picked over by the vultures of scorching desert eyes

Not here, grappling with the unruly _concepts_

that refuse to be harnessed into real words.

words that are understood...

Poetry

Prowess

Kat Martin

6 min read

Wanda groaned as Poppy tugged on her sleeve, dragging her through the trees. “Are you _sure_ this is a good idea?” She hadn’t been out for ages, longer than she could remember. She kicked at the leaf mulch with a frown.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” cheered Poppy, “Don’t be a grumpy Gus.”

_This Gus guy seems to have the right idea,_ groused Wanda to herself, but she let herself be pulled towards the t...

Fantasy

Drama

A Cautionary Tale

Kat Martin

8 min read

Terri shivered, turning to look back at the entrance. “Jim?” they called nervously, and their voice echoed in the tight, damp tunnel. “I don’t…I don’t feel good about this.” They didn’t have to explain why; they’d made it clear that while they didn’t exactly believe in ghosts, they didn’t like poking at things for no reason. Why tempt fate?

“You don’t have to come, but I’m sure she’s down here,” h...

Horror

illusion

Kat Martin

1 min read

the wooden lid slamming shut on their jar,

the door judders with the force of an unsteady hand

their legs betray them,

collapsing to the ground under the crushing weight of panic

their ears ring, deafened by the noise of a screaming mind

_heknowsheknowsheknows_

they force their eyes upwards,

meeting those of the stranger in the mirror

that can’t be me,

they have a costume,

they have a direction...

Poetry

Drama