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Jan Karlsson
@jangoeswriting.bsky.social
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Watty Award winner 2021, 6x shortlisted. Ambys Award winner 2024 & 2x 2023. 4x ONC Award shortlisted. Writer (🤔).

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Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · Oct 18
Here are the links to all my writing profiles.
I like to think there’s something for everybody here, in most genres.

Take a look!

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[Wattys 2021 Winner, Sci-Fi Category - "Foston Slacks - Time's Flies"] [Wattys 2024 Shortlist - "Foston Slacks - Good's Intentions"] [Watty...
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rumpledwriter.bsky.social
One man's litter is another man's #literature

#vss365 #writingcommunity #halfbadpoetry
November 10, 2025 at 4:41 PM
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sanjar.bsky.social
#Literature teaches
form out of fracture
gathering what's torn
She steps inside
to learn how others
kept ink whole
Then writes
to remake herself
trading walls
for aisles
where memory
moves upright
On the page
she tests what lasts
& when the pen dries
the pause feels
quite earned

#vss365 #poetry
November 10, 2025 at 4:36 PM
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nowiamtherain.bsky.social
laid
buried
voices
wet, bent and browned
written in tears
#literature testimony
naming monsters
documenting #history
for all to read
2025
#vss365 #prompt #WritingCommunity #facts
November 10, 2025 at 4:30 PM
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vironikawilde.bsky.social
Sudan.
Zahara's family are all dead.
Eyes ablaze, she chants,

"Our martyrs are not dead.
They live alongside us."

Is this not #poetry?

Gaza.
A man on a pile of rubble
spray paints in English and Arabic:

"We stay."

Is this not #literature?

#vss365
November 10, 2025 at 4:29 PM
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nocureforchronic.bsky.social
This isn’t literature
A colonic for my soul
Artistic merit is for the birds
I’m just trying to breathe

#literature #vss365
November 10, 2025 at 4:29 PM
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songtsan.bsky.social
Vampire bro said, "Y'know I'm starting to understand fanfiction, I was with someone and I just couldn't get over their big big bu-" I perked my ears up "-shy tail. I could write songs about him and his bushy tail all day. His tail is worthy of #literature." I was surprised, pleasantly so. #vss365
Big big bushy tail femboy
November 10, 2025 at 4:28 PM
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purple-polly.bsky.social
Unread books on shelves
great works of #literature
now covered in dust.

©️Purple Polly
#vss365 #haiku
November 10, 2025 at 4:20 PM
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ambientdread.bsky.social
delight in written
#literature has enchanted
me with each page turn

#vss365 #haiku #prompt
#RedundantRedundancies
November 10, 2025 at 4:10 PM
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verosthewriter.bsky.social
#WIPSnips
Seff contemplates Drohim's expectation that she'll become a Blade of the Many like him. Her life would be full of conflict and hardship - but her fellow commoners' lives are already like that. Maybe they don't have to be.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #writingprompt #WIP
I’d seen the kind of misery people went through, even in my own little town. One of my neighbors had lost her baby and barely been able to speak or move for over a month, and her family nearly killed her trying to perform their own exorcism because they couldn’t afford a priest to do it. When I was nine, our local weaver had a run of bad luck and maimed a competitor after accusing them of cursing her with hedge magic. No one ever found out if magic or demons were ever involved in either of those cases, but it was hard to deny it when a remarried widow disappeared on her second wedding night and was found dead in her first husband’s grave with his rotting arms around her. As a Blade I might be able to give those scared, confused people answers, and take on any real danger myself when needed. I could be the reason people were less scared. I liked that idea. That would be worth all the violence and fear and hardship of a Blade’s life, right?
November 10, 2025 at 4:43 PM
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propagandaministry.bsky.social
#WIPsnips "local" from Ch. 6, The Revolution Will Not Be Euthanized:
Hugo drives himself when the destination is local. Hugo fancies himself a cosmic cowboy in his meticulously restored 1961 International Scout truck, painted metal-fleck teal + powered by 100% new guts. #writersky #writingcommunity
November 10, 2025 at 4:30 PM
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nicolewinchester.bsky.social
#wipsnips #writesky #writingcommunity #writingprompts
I mentioned the song "Jeremy" having a symbolic meaning in this story. Jim hears it on the radio.
Lush, green pastures whooshed by as Jim sped twenty miles over the speed limit down the highway. He left the radio indefinitely tuned to the local classic rock station, still incensed by the fact that the songs of his youth were now considered classic. “Jeremy” by Pearl Jam came on and Jim turned up the already loud radio a few tics. He mouthed along to the lyrics he’d known forever. The song was about a boy killing himself in front of his classmates, its real meaning hidden with poetic license. Rather than make him uncomfortable, though, the song made Jim feel seen.
November 10, 2025 at 4:18 PM
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jamesblynch.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity

From "Training Knight"

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Trainer’s eyebrow cocked. He held out a hand, palm side up, towards Phan. “Give me your hand.” She did as instructed, holding out her arm. Trainer took hold of her wrist and ran the stone across her fingertip before releasing her. He held the stone to the light. Where Phan touched it, it shimmered a slight greenish color. He presented it to the old man. “This should be blue.” “It’s fine. As long as it’s not red, you’ll be okay. Pink probably isn’t great, either.” “Can you just go now?” asked the clerk. “Is there a reason you’re so eager to get rid of me?” Trainer asked. “Yes. You’re clearly a cop.” “He’s not,” said the old man. “I’m not,” said Trainer. “Well you’ve got cop energy. And the local governors don’t like cops.” “Governors? You mean the gangs.” “Same thing around here. But if they see you’re here, they’ll probably kill you.” “They won’t succeed,” Trainer said. “Unless you’ve got an army backing you up, I wouldn’t risk it.” Trainer looked the stone over once more. “I suppose I don’t have that.” He looked to Phan. “Come on. There’s nothing else for us here.” “Okay.”
November 10, 2025 at 4:16 PM
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jamesblynch.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity

From "Training Knight"

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Lizz entered the cargo bay, still carrying her data pad. She noticed the other cadets huddled around one of the tables, excitedly whispering to one another. “What’s going on?” She approached the table. Jase gave her a very self-satisfied grin. “Xank found this data slip.” “I didn’t find it. You did. Why are you trying to blame me?” “Well, whatever, you decrypted it.” “What is it?” asked Lizz. “And why are you being so weird about it?” “We didn’t want anyone to hear,” said Jase. “Hear what? And anyone who? Trainer left the ship almost an hour ago.” “He did?” Barzan asked. “Yeah. Didn’t he tell you?” “He did not,” said Xank. “Well, whatever. What’s up with this data slip?” “It’s Talla’s.” Jase’s grin didn’t fade. It felt unseemly. “Oh, God, there aren’t pictures of her or something on it, are there?” Lizz asked. “No, there…” Jase’s smile finally faded, “actually, we didn’t think to look for that yet.” He looked to Xank. Xank shook his head. “No, but it’s a whole bunch of stuff from when she was undercover,” Jase continued. “That can’t be real,” said Lizz. “What do you mean?” “That stuff would be highly encrypted. Not even Xank could break it.”
November 10, 2025 at 4:14 PM
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averystorm.bsky.social
how indeed 👀

#queerotica #queererotica #eroticsky #WIPsnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
Dovan nodded. “So, local boy, how’d you go from everyone’s favorite pro dom to strung-out college professor?”
November 10, 2025 at 4:14 PM
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csmadsen.bsky.social
Back from an illness! Today's #WIPSnips is #local.

😁! This is the first snippet from Book 1 of my new literary pillar! #HeavyCrowns launches with #TumbledEmeralds, Andee's tale. Her father is powerful, with a #draconic secret, and she's about to inherit more than most could ever hope to handle.

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A screenshot of a word processor. The word "local" is highlighted in pastel green. The text reads as follows: With no money to speak of, there were only two places Andee could really go after eight. Her town was small and conservative, so shops closed at seven on weekdays and stayed closed on Sundays. The smattering of dive bars remained open, as did the solitary big-box store, but she was too young for a bar and too poor for impulse shopping. That left her favorite haunt: the local game store. She’d left her mom to unleash her bucking, tightly reined emotions, electing to take a gym bag full of her favorite trading cards as she left with the keys to the car. Each of her decks was carefully collected, sleeved, and boxed in a protective, shock-absorbent case, so she was comfortable with gently tossing the bag into the back seat before turning the key halfway to start the car's electrical system. Waiting the few seconds in that mode that were required to coax the engine to start, she turned the key all the way, and the old ‘boat’ sprang to life with a throaty rumble.
November 10, 2025 at 4:10 PM
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grrlplz.bsky.social
the words of the dead:
#literature thru dark veils;
shadow us in dreams.
#vss365 #prompt #poetry
November 10, 2025 at 4:05 PM
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charlipoe.bsky.social
A man
used to say:
Beware
the redundant:
wispy clouds
cold frost
emotional instability.
In #literature
he said
it's precision
self-reflection
intent.
But
personally
in my humble opinion
what's more redundant
than self-reflection?
I am a mirror
looking at
a mirror
in a room
full of I's.

#vss365
November 10, 2025 at 4:03 PM
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dmitrigheorgheni.bsky.social
#vss365 #literature
it's a pixellated image of a late-fall afternoon as the sun gets stopped by window-blinds no shadows wash the room (we've got those special lightbulbs that give our blues a scrub ordered online by the score from the toilet-paper store) and our tweeted conversations echo the marginalized sighs of commodified lives and you read GRR Martin and I Kurt Vonnegut and we argue Oxford commas and crave reader input are our books hobbies or literature? are we poets without listeners prophets out of time in a world that doesn't rhyme? and our tweeted conversations echo the marginalized sighs of technologized lives yes we speak of things that matter with words that needs be read Should we write in neutral pronouns? Are you sure Elvis is dead? the internet's fragmented and the cheating algorithm acts like a shadow ban we reach the ones we can and our tweeted conversations echo the marginalized sighs of niche-marketed lives Apologies to Simon and Garfunkel and FWR, from whom I borrowed the image.
November 10, 2025 at 3:56 PM
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ambientdread.bsky.social
jarring liturgy
#literature tossed in fireplace
on truth's patio

#dailyhaikuprompt Fireplace Patio
#haikufeels #vss365 #haiku
#poetrycommunity #smallpoems
November 10, 2025 at 3:56 PM
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jyari3000.bsky.social
Our forgetfulness is something of legend
Hence, myths and literary merits
Keen possessions of #literature
Endure time…and mind’s progression

#vss365
#poetry
#BlackSkyRelay
November 10, 2025 at 3:53 PM
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ninanazir.bsky.social
Oh, literature!
What would I do without you
to while away the hours
every rainy day
that asks me to?

#vss365 #poetryprompt #literature #dailyhaikuprompt #blueskypoetry #poetrycommunity #micropoem #bibliophile

Currently reading👇🏽 Whose pages are you lost in at the moment? Feel free to share below 🙂
November 10, 2025 at 3:49 PM
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cherokeelair.bsky.social
During my last semester of grad school I worked as a TA & spoke of Blanche Dubois but none of the senior English honor students knew A Streetcar Named Desire or the literature of America~They did not know Steinbeck or Hemingway or Zora Neale Hurston or Gwendolyn Brooks~Driving home I cried

#vss365
November 10, 2025 at 3:49 PM
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davidthedreamer.bsky.social
SENRYU 0410

handed down by tongue—
surviving swift lick of flames—
literature lasts

Copyright David Hoffmann © 2025 - All Rights Reserved
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#vss365 #prompt #literature #haiku #senryu #senryusunday #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity
November 10, 2025 at 3:42 PM
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jennfel.bsky.social
literature
distilled into sound bites
illiteracy
#vss365 #senryu
November 10, 2025 at 3:41 PM
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clivereed.bsky.social
snowflakes in a forest green
thatched white trees
crinkled leaves in footprints underneath
turn another page and read
whose feet they may have been
follow the words
it's a literary scene
#vss365 #poetry #literature
November 10, 2025 at 3:34 PM