Kat Thorne

Joined June 2022

0 stories

Bio

Just muddling through life, trying to be the good sort of chaotic energy.

Stories (12/0)

The Girl With Lavender Eyes
There once was a girl with lavender eyes Who strode the world’s thorny paths with ethereal grace, Sorrow's desperate scars permanently etched
By Kat Thorne2 years ago in Poets
The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
Everyone lives for that bright Christmas morning When family convenes for festivities and cheer, Exchanging presents and recipes with those gathered 'round them
By Kat Thorne2 years ago in Poets
Ode to the Atlantic
Cobalt crests Break enthusiastically Above peaceful pools Of navy-streaked turquoise. Inquisitive trills Of ruby robins
By Kat Thorne2 years ago in Poets
Top Story - August 2022
The Last TukraliTop Story - August 2022
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Proud determination filling my heart, I was determined to put that theory to the test.
By Kat Thorne2 years ago in Fiction
Mission 52
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. He supposed that was a good thing, really. No one would be forced to bear witness to the atrocities that would be carried out here today.
By Kat Thorne2 years ago in Fiction
The Terrible Tragedy of Tukralu
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. A single scream, perhaps, what happens when an entire planet screams? Can a collective cacophony break through the oppressive laws of physics, or will their terror be forever muffled, encasing their legacy in a coffin of negative space?
By Kat Thorne2 years ago in Fiction
Interstellar Echos
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I wouldn't know. I haven't heard a scream in twenty-six years.
By Kat Thorne2 years ago in Fiction
To My Sunshine
Pools of grey Meet gold-streaked hazel, Story old as time. Hidden feelings exploding on a touch Secret cuddles and stolen kisses,
By Kat Thorne2 years ago in Poets
Quasar Calling
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Funny how humans think they can make up the rules for a place they know so little about.
By Kat Thorne2 years ago in Fiction
Death Express
The gentle shaking tugged at Shawn, slowly coaxing him into the world. He tried to force the feelings of lucidity away, but the tendrils of sleep slipped further and further away as the demanding rattle forced him into consciousness.
By Kat Thorne2 years ago in Fiction
Into the Expanse
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Not that one would even have a chance to scream if they were to ever find themselves thrust into the expanse of overwhelming emptiness. The pressure differential would cause your entire body to explode before you even had time to register where you were, your scream reduced to a billion floating particles of what used to be you.
By Kat Thorne2 years ago in Fiction
The Festival
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Hannah stared at the soft light, transfixed. It’s warm flickering captivating, calling her nearer.
By Kat Thorne2 years ago in Horror