Katelyn Buxton

Today I am beyond excited to announce that What Is and Could Be is officially out in the wild! If you like bookish MCs, slow-growing friendships, and gardens—all wrapped up in an alternate Victorian setting—this story might just be for you. 🌿 books2read.com/u/4Nxn68 #NewRelease

Sorry y’all, I think I’ve been through the spin cycle the last couple of weeks and kind of dropped off the face of the planet for #MondayFic. Doing a little bit of catchup!

The tavern was quieter than it had been before the revolution. It used to be that you could find a crowd of men there any time, singing songs or spinning yarns. Now only a few suspicious men stopped in for a drink and promptly left. The old man would do the same. #MondayFic

“Strange,” she mused. He looked up from his book at the other end of the couch. “What is it?” “This yarn is lighter than I thought it would be. My project might be too small.” He sighed, and turned the page. Books never gave him gauge troubles. #MondayFic

She loved the feel of yarn in her hands, gentle and soft, until it said "here & no more." The smiles it put on children's faces when she knitted it into a toy. The sheltering warmth it brought in the darkest hour of a winter storm. It was everything she wanted to be. #MondayFic

The flashlight glow's was a faint halo against the inky black. Each crunch of vegetation underfoot was an explosion in the unnatural quiet. Branches twisted high overhead, hiding the sky. For the first time, she understood what it meant to be swallowed by the forest. #MondayFic

On her fourth birthday, Sam’s favorite gift was a yarn penguin her mother crocheted for her. Mom only had one button somehow so she used a square of black cloth for his other eye. Sam loved the piratey look and promptly named him Captain Phineas P. Penguin. #MondayFic

"Knit one, purl one" we chant as we knit around the well. You are knitting a ladder for the well creature to come out, I am knitting a net to keep children from falling in, he is knitting a story to tell our future selves, when we are old and have forgotten today #mondayfic

They said that you were gone now, I knew that wasn't true. Because you taught me all these things, I still have part of you. I still recall the sofa Where you sat next to me, Taught me to make a slip knot To chain and to DC. (con't)

He lit five candles, she plugged in last year's Christmas lights. Their silhouettes appeared and disappeared on the wall, in a haze of blinking colors, her head leaning on his shoulder, their fingers entwined. "We should buy a real lamp," he chuckled. "Tomorrow." #Mondayfic

Pale yellow light travelled up her right arm and twined around the sickly green halo around her head. For a moment, she seemed to struggle. Then her eyes widened. “I understand.” The two strands deepened, becoming a brilliant band of gold and emerald. #MondayFic

There is nothing in the dark. You are alone in the blankness, with hardly space enough to move. The light strikes; all things spring at you; the world rolls out on every side. (The light, when it is bright enough, is as blinding as the darkness, and takes it all away.)

Tomorrow’s theme is about light! To play, just write a tweet-long, brand-new, original piece of poetry or prose inspired by the prompt and tag it #MondayFic! Please keep the content rated PG-13 or under. I want this space to be available for everyone.

“Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that you may abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” Romans 15:13

Tomorrow’s theme is about yarn! To play, just write a tweet-long, brand-new, original piece of poetry or prose inspired by the prompt and tag it #MondayFic! Please keep the content rated PG-13 or under. I want this space to be available for everyone.

Tomorrow’s theme is about things that are strange! To play, just write a tweet-long, brand-new, original piece of poetry or prose inspired by the prompt and tag it #MondayFic! Please keep the content rated PG-13 or under. I want this space to be available for everyone.

“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.” Psalm 23:4

“I wonder what it is about bells that makes us associate them with liberty,” she mused, giving the dusty old church bell pull a yank. It pealed out clearly in the morning. He listened for a moment. “It’s the freedom to answer a call to action, I think.” #MondayFic

Tears blurred her eyes, turning the gleaming buildings before her into warped smudges. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Everything she'd ever dreamed of stood before her, but all she could think of was what she'd left behind. This liberty tasted of ashes. #MondayFic