Jac Forsyth
@jacforsyth.co.uk
SFF writer. Advocate for gender diversity. Author of Ørma: The Song of the Lark. An unlikely hero’s journey into the drifting deserts of Afghanistan and the chocolate chip based desserts of a visitor teashop near Chichester.
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Jac Forsyth
@jacforsyth.co.uk
· May 18
Now wait, after yesterday’s thrill of writing chivvy, today delivered an exciting opportunity to write the word skew whiff.
For a merry while I thought it was a single word. Come on, skewwhiff should be one word.
But fortunately, saying double ww out loud is a gift unto itself.
#writersofbluesky
For a merry while I thought it was a single word. Come on, skewwhiff should be one word.
But fortunately, saying double ww out loud is a gift unto itself.
#writersofbluesky
December 10, 2025 at 10:33 AM
Now wait, after yesterday’s thrill of writing chivvy, today delivered an exciting opportunity to write the word skew whiff.
For a merry while I thought it was a single word. Come on, skewwhiff should be one word.
But fortunately, saying double ww out loud is a gift unto itself.
#writersofbluesky
For a merry while I thought it was a single word. Come on, skewwhiff should be one word.
But fortunately, saying double ww out loud is a gift unto itself.
#writersofbluesky
Oh glorious day. I’ve had a legitimate reason to write the word chivvy twice this Monday morning.
Double v words always look like they aren’t real. Savvy. Divvy.
I adore them.
#writersofbluesky
Double v words always look like they aren’t real. Savvy. Divvy.
I adore them.
#writersofbluesky
December 8, 2025 at 10:06 AM
Oh glorious day. I’ve had a legitimate reason to write the word chivvy twice this Monday morning.
Double v words always look like they aren’t real. Savvy. Divvy.
I adore them.
#writersofbluesky
Double v words always look like they aren’t real. Savvy. Divvy.
I adore them.
#writersofbluesky
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We’re excited to announce the Bookshelfie Awards — a new book award celebrating the best in independent publishing! We’re looking for books that take risks, break moulds, and showcase brilliant writing.
Submissions open now! Winners to be announced late December.
Submissions open now! Winners to be announced late December.
May 15, 2025 at 6:49 PM
We’re excited to announce the Bookshelfie Awards — a new book award celebrating the best in independent publishing! We’re looking for books that take risks, break moulds, and showcase brilliant writing.
Submissions open now! Winners to be announced late December.
Submissions open now! Winners to be announced late December.
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This is a couple of days late. My firstborn graduated this weekend and there's been a lot going on for that! 🌟🎉
I'm catching up today. Here's my poem "Wrap" #PoemsAbout #NeverForget @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @alanparry83.bsky.social
I'm catching up today. Here's my poem "Wrap" #PoemsAbout #NeverForget @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @alanparry83.bsky.social
May 18, 2025 at 2:12 PM
This is a couple of days late. My firstborn graduated this weekend and there's been a lot going on for that! 🌟🎉
I'm catching up today. Here's my poem "Wrap" #PoemsAbout #NeverForget @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @alanparry83.bsky.social
I'm catching up today. Here's my poem "Wrap" #PoemsAbout #NeverForget @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @alanparry83.bsky.social
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I dream in the old language
The one my father would sing in
when he didn’t want us to know
he had been crying
from a world that liked to break him like cheap porcelain
Swept up in sunshine
mended at night
only to be broken again
the next day
The one my father would sing in
when he didn’t want us to know
he had been crying
from a world that liked to break him like cheap porcelain
Swept up in sunshine
mended at night
only to be broken again
the next day
May 17, 2025 at 3:49 PM
I dream in the old language
The one my father would sing in
when he didn’t want us to know
he had been crying
from a world that liked to break him like cheap porcelain
Swept up in sunshine
mended at night
only to be broken again
the next day
The one my father would sing in
when he didn’t want us to know
he had been crying
from a world that liked to break him like cheap porcelain
Swept up in sunshine
mended at night
only to be broken again
the next day
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May 16, 2025 at 3:20 PM
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In a town no bigger than a sigh, the #wraith of Margaret Gill rang the church bell at noon on Saturdays.
No one asked why; they nodded while whittling their wood, accepting that some secrets belonged to the town, watching the shadows stretch into the afternoon like truths too long untold.
#vss365
No one asked why; they nodded while whittling their wood, accepting that some secrets belonged to the town, watching the shadows stretch into the afternoon like truths too long untold.
#vss365
May 18, 2025 at 1:27 PM
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#vss365
In The Mist Of Life We Are
A wraith
stitched from fog and fret
slips through the floorboards
toothless,
tongueless,
it feeds on wallpaper stains,
drinks light from the kettle’s hiss,
wears my name like
a borrowed book,
then folds into the mirror,
exhaling a
moth-bitten
sigh.
#wraith
In The Mist Of Life We Are
A wraith
stitched from fog and fret
slips through the floorboards
toothless,
tongueless,
it feeds on wallpaper stains,
drinks light from the kettle’s hiss,
wears my name like
a borrowed book,
then folds into the mirror,
exhaling a
moth-bitten
sigh.
#wraith
May 18, 2025 at 9:10 AM
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May 18, 2025 at 8:55 AM
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My mother would see them. A #wraith. A forewarning. Thinking of those soon to be left behind, she would whisper her news, and give a chance to say last words and speak of love. They took her from me for it. Now when I see the not yet dead, I turn my back and pretend they are simply shadows. #vss365
May 18, 2025 at 8:44 AM
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Wraith
As I sit lonely on the shore
A silk wyrmed veil descends
A gentleness of turning mist
And as it bends I see
The faces of forgotten friends
Smiling down
Lovingly
Untill the wind
Across the sea
Softly
Stirs
The ghost
Of me
#vss365
As I sit lonely on the shore
A silk wyrmed veil descends
A gentleness of turning mist
And as it bends I see
The faces of forgotten friends
Smiling down
Lovingly
Untill the wind
Across the sea
Softly
Stirs
The ghost
Of me
#vss365
May 18, 2025 at 8:28 AM
Wraith
As I sit lonely on the shore
A silk wyrmed veil descends
A gentleness of turning mist
And as it bends I see
The faces of forgotten friends
Smiling down
Lovingly
Untill the wind
Across the sea
Softly
Stirs
The ghost
Of me
#vss365
As I sit lonely on the shore
A silk wyrmed veil descends
A gentleness of turning mist
And as it bends I see
The faces of forgotten friends
Smiling down
Lovingly
Untill the wind
Across the sea
Softly
Stirs
The ghost
Of me
#vss365
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and the trees
spoke their quiet
into the boneyard beneath
while the crows gathered dire
and daring upon the heath
and the wind
threw its tenacious tail through
the dour heart of the woeful wood
certain its magnificent mischief
would lead to some good
#poetry ⬇️
spoke their quiet
into the boneyard beneath
while the crows gathered dire
and daring upon the heath
and the wind
threw its tenacious tail through
the dour heart of the woeful wood
certain its magnificent mischief
would lead to some good
#poetry ⬇️
May 17, 2025 at 8:00 AM
and the trees
spoke their quiet
into the boneyard beneath
while the crows gathered dire
and daring upon the heath
and the wind
threw its tenacious tail through
the dour heart of the woeful wood
certain its magnificent mischief
would lead to some good
#poetry ⬇️
spoke their quiet
into the boneyard beneath
while the crows gathered dire
and daring upon the heath
and the wind
threw its tenacious tail through
the dour heart of the woeful wood
certain its magnificent mischief
would lead to some good
#poetry ⬇️
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Doubt is so at home with uncertainty, it has its own duvet. But doubt isn’t the same as uncertainty, it’s a response to uncertainty.
Read why it matters, and why doubt can help us as writers.
#WritingCommunity
#Writers
#WritersLife
Read why it matters, and why doubt can help us as writers.
#WritingCommunity
#Writers
#WritersLife
Writers and the Four Horsemen of Doubt: how certainty, truth, approval and belief might be working against you
Gallop into a writers relationship with doubt and discover how magical things like certainty, truth, approval, and belief may be hindering your writing journey.
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May 16, 2025 at 3:52 PM
Doubt is so at home with uncertainty, it has its own duvet. But doubt isn’t the same as uncertainty, it’s a response to uncertainty.
Read why it matters, and why doubt can help us as writers.
#WritingCommunity
#Writers
#WritersLife
Read why it matters, and why doubt can help us as writers.
#WritingCommunity
#Writers
#WritersLife
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#vss365 #prompt #immunity
(Origin, Latin – "exemption, protection")
On #WorldFamilyDay, a shield—built by love, or from it.
What no longer reaches you?
What do you choose to keep out?
Last prompt for this fortnight.
Over to @katrevier.bsky.social from tomorrow
Stay well, Adios.
(Origin, Latin – "exemption, protection")
On #WorldFamilyDay, a shield—built by love, or from it.
What no longer reaches you?
What do you choose to keep out?
Last prompt for this fortnight.
Over to @katrevier.bsky.social from tomorrow
Stay well, Adios.
May 15, 2025 at 5:30 AM
#vss365 #prompt #immunity
(Origin, Latin – "exemption, protection")
On #WorldFamilyDay, a shield—built by love, or from it.
What no longer reaches you?
What do you choose to keep out?
Last prompt for this fortnight.
Over to @katrevier.bsky.social from tomorrow
Stay well, Adios.
(Origin, Latin – "exemption, protection")
On #WorldFamilyDay, a shield—built by love, or from it.
What no longer reaches you?
What do you choose to keep out?
Last prompt for this fortnight.
Over to @katrevier.bsky.social from tomorrow
Stay well, Adios.
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#HIRAETH
The Moon is too close
for most
to feel the effect;
home hangs in the sky,
its mass tugging
on lunar soil
and human hearts.
But Mars gets queasy;
the pale blue dot
brings tears
even to adventurous eyes.
At Jupiter,
cosmic hiraeth unbearable,
from outer limits,
we return.
#vss365 134/365
The Moon is too close
for most
to feel the effect;
home hangs in the sky,
its mass tugging
on lunar soil
and human hearts.
But Mars gets queasy;
the pale blue dot
brings tears
even to adventurous eyes.
At Jupiter,
cosmic hiraeth unbearable,
from outer limits,
we return.
#vss365 134/365
May 14, 2025 at 8:38 AM
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Rory couldn’t remember the last time he had spent so long away from the game, but he had agreed to accompany Katie to this wedding.
Still, the sense of #hiraeth for a place that didn’t, strictly, exist, burned within him. He longed to return to the game world, but he smiled and bore it.
#vss365
Still, the sense of #hiraeth for a place that didn’t, strictly, exist, burned within him. He longed to return to the game world, but he smiled and bore it.
#vss365
May 14, 2025 at 8:30 AM
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Inbetween these city walls
When it rains, petrichor
Floods my senses
Sky whispers
In my mother tongue
You be a mountain girl
You be a gypsy
Up in mountain top clouds
Around pine you did play
And my heart pangs beats
Of memories— #hiraeth
#vss365 #mytruestory 📸 mine
When it rains, petrichor
Floods my senses
Sky whispers
In my mother tongue
You be a mountain girl
You be a gypsy
Up in mountain top clouds
Around pine you did play
And my heart pangs beats
Of memories— #hiraeth
#vss365 #mytruestory 📸 mine
May 14, 2025 at 6:28 AM
Inbetween these city walls
When it rains, petrichor
Floods my senses
Sky whispers
In my mother tongue
You be a mountain girl
You be a gypsy
Up in mountain top clouds
Around pine you did play
And my heart pangs beats
Of memories— #hiraeth
#vss365 #mytruestory 📸 mine
When it rains, petrichor
Floods my senses
Sky whispers
In my mother tongue
You be a mountain girl
You be a gypsy
Up in mountain top clouds
Around pine you did play
And my heart pangs beats
Of memories— #hiraeth
#vss365 #mytruestory 📸 mine
You returned from America
a mermaid, with a tale
made of mountains
and a strange
fascination
with your feet
the cold cut of liberty,
tied and bound
to the sirens that call
on the streets
and a #hiraeth that you swore
could be found on the shore
of a canyon selling hotdogs
and sweets
#vss365
a mermaid, with a tale
made of mountains
and a strange
fascination
with your feet
the cold cut of liberty,
tied and bound
to the sirens that call
on the streets
and a #hiraeth that you swore
could be found on the shore
of a canyon selling hotdogs
and sweets
#vss365
May 14, 2025 at 7:43 AM
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#vss365 #prompt #hiraeth
(Origin, Welsh – "a deep, unplaceable longing")
A home you never had, but always missed.
Where does your yearning live?
🌀 Theme 4: Release
Also please join in me welcoming @katrevier.bsky.social as our incoming host from May 16. Do follow her and enjoy her prompts.
(Origin, Welsh – "a deep, unplaceable longing")
A home you never had, but always missed.
Where does your yearning live?
🌀 Theme 4: Release
Also please join in me welcoming @katrevier.bsky.social as our incoming host from May 16. Do follow her and enjoy her prompts.
May 14, 2025 at 5:30 AM
#vss365 #prompt #hiraeth
(Origin, Welsh – "a deep, unplaceable longing")
A home you never had, but always missed.
Where does your yearning live?
🌀 Theme 4: Release
Also please join in me welcoming @katrevier.bsky.social as our incoming host from May 16. Do follow her and enjoy her prompts.
(Origin, Welsh – "a deep, unplaceable longing")
A home you never had, but always missed.
Where does your yearning live?
🌀 Theme 4: Release
Also please join in me welcoming @katrevier.bsky.social as our incoming host from May 16. Do follow her and enjoy her prompts.
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#vss365 #prompt #eclipse
(Origin, Greek – "abandonment, obscuring")
Darkness doesn't always mean ending.
What did the light leave behind?
I hope we heal with good memories and not only sad ones of pain and loss.
I dont see people healing, lets call this part of : Theme Remembering 🎗️
(Origin, Greek – "abandonment, obscuring")
Darkness doesn't always mean ending.
What did the light leave behind?
I hope we heal with good memories and not only sad ones of pain and loss.
I dont see people healing, lets call this part of : Theme Remembering 🎗️
May 11, 2025 at 5:30 AM
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Societal acceptance
Scars I bear
Marks of disfigurement
Deformity and flaws
Judged by societal standards
Never the beauty
Never perfection
Always trying to fit in
Assimilation to norms
Assimilation to society
The wrong path
The genuine path
Is a lonely path
#vss365 #poetry #poem #scar
Scars I bear
Marks of disfigurement
Deformity and flaws
Judged by societal standards
Never the beauty
Never perfection
Always trying to fit in
Assimilation to norms
Assimilation to society
The wrong path
The genuine path
Is a lonely path
#vss365 #poetry #poem #scar
May 10, 2025 at 4:14 PM