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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 1h

The forest doesn’t care whether he lives or dies, whether Dan is right or wrong; it will continue to hush and sigh, to storm and whisper long after Friday. At the End of the Woods amzn.eu/d/0jiq3UdY #BookSky #PsychologicalThriller #SpeculativeFiction

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 13/10/2026

Fiona was never going to believe him... A snippet from The Silted Silence. #WIPSnips

My fingers pause on the fake chrome door knocker. Lights are on inside, movement behind the glass. The words I’ve been practising all day feel slippery, hard to hold. I search for them, finding only fragments.
I knock anyway. Fiona answers almost at once, still in her work clothes—a blue cardigan and dark trousers. A familiar ache pulls at my chest. She has kept herself intact; I am worn through. Age-battered where she is toned and efficient.
‘Adie. Come in.’ She steps back, opening the door onto the scent of coconut and vanilla. The bungalow is a tidy mix of Scandinavian furniture and feature walls. She takes my tatty corduroy jacket. Removing my trainers, I catch sight of my socks—worn thin at the heels, the skin showing through.

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 11/10/2026

I found "cousin" in an old fantasy novel I wrote and never published—so still, strictly speaking, a WIP. Maybe I'll come back to this one...

Peering around uneasily, she lets the last vestiges of the dream dissolve into the morning gloom. Elsin lies on her back, deeply asleep, her breathing barely perceptible. It is the seventh morning with her friend’s family: mother, aunt, uncle Karn, and two wild cousins, Tarn and Kerogham. Karn sighs in his sleep. Awake, he is stern and abrupt, his sun-worn face etched with disapproval and his hands leather-hard; by night, he sounds almost gentle.
It is bitterly cold. North of the Weimar forest, across the nameless steppe grasslands sweeping up to the northern mountains, spring is late. Slushy patches of old snow linger beside small yellow flowers greeting the promise of warmth. Yesterday, Tarn wove those same blossoms into a crown, wearing it like a faery princess as they skipped and played beneath the sun. For a precious, fleeting hour, Serafina forgot her past, lost herself in magic and make-believe. In that brief respite from the empty landscape and the endless, mocking sky, she reclaimed a childhood she had almost lost.

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MyxlP @myxlp.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

‘ scrabble no one notices my poem . #haiku #senryu

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Catherine Baker @catbake.bsky.social · 10/10/2026

flightpath of the wren threading the gaps between leaves straight through the hawthorn

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YourMoonliness @yourmoonliness.bsky.social · 13/11/2024

this is what the world is made of birds building nests and wind

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 10/10/2026

The shooting stars touch; igniting the southern sky, casting long shadows. #scifaikusaturday

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 10/10/2026

If you like intense psychological thrillers with a sci-fi twist and complicated family dynamics, my book, At the End of the Woods, is out there. amzn.eu/d/0jiq3UdY #BookSky #PsychologicalThriller #SpeculativeFiction

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Lee Zanello @lima-zulu.bsky.social · 10/10/2026

It’s quiet up here, but part of me misses the noise. The hum of the streetlights at two in the morning, the way the kitchen shelves would #quake as the L roared past, and constant sirens, responding to emergencies that were never ours. I miss the city, and who we were when we lived there. #vss365

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Catherine Baker @catbake.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

the midnight bathroom the spiders’ secret kingdom I keep the light off

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The Hermit of Everything @hermiteveryday.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

She sits on the rocks and hums a small song that the wind refuses to carry. She has yet to experience storms. She is the last siren in a world already too full of noise. Sand falls through her fingers as she watches the boats pass by. #vssdaily experience #vss365 siren

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

Thom Yorke from Radiohead. My WIP has a dual timeline with half set in the 1990s—his signature blend of '90s alt-rock energy and haunting electronic scores would anchor both eras perfectly. 🎶 #WIP #WritingCommunity #LitHodgepodge

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 08/10/2026

following sins to the garden’s edge— one dead tree #vss365

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DeRicki Johnson @derickijohnson.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

#vss365 Our ship is trapped By haunted sea— No wind To fill its #sails… Cuz I ignored Dire tidings Of the witch Who warned we’d fail I deemed Her “signs and portents” As mere Superficial rot And now my crew Must pay the price As on dead sea We rock -dj

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Mystical Sailing Ship Reflection

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

We follow the tide-worn groynes down to the waves. “It's quiet today,” you say, skimming a stone across the surface. We watch its progress among the foam and detritus. The wreckage adorns the shallows, floating, dead in the water. Further out, a red sail twists and wallows. #vss365 #sail

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Ann Tigone @anntigone.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Dusk waves a red hand uncertainty's brief beauty neither day nor night. #bspp58 #haiku #senryu #micropoem

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

This is from The Silted Silence. Trying to piece together a pattern to the disappearances. #WIPSnips #AmWriting #WriteSky #PsychogicalThriller #Horror

I hauled aside a rusty shelving unit, metal flaking off against my palms, clearing space on the timber wall for an investigation board. If my family asked, it was an art project. In the centre, I pinned the photograph Skyla had stolen from Mrs Carter—her son, Freddy. Beside it, I tacked a slip of paper with 1966 scrawled in black marker.
Next came Jamie’s archive printouts. I pinned the front-page story about Rose Taylor beside Freddy, studying the grainy newsprint copy. She was pretty—a faint, hesitant smile, dark eyes staring out from the past, holding back secrets.

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Miranda Keeling @mirandakeeling.com · 04/10/2026

In reflection, these leaves fallen across a puddle, have found a way back into their parents’ arms.

A photo of a puddle in the woods, with leaves across the surface and reflections of the trees they fell from.

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

a cooling engine settles into night as we search the stars #ScifaikuSaturday

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Jenny Gaitskell @jennygaitskell.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

cops search me for banned ideas I think of happier times where we don't belong old robot watching me weep in the ruined library habitat shift silvery saplings grow from burnt pages 🤖 #ScifaikuSaturday #inkMine #ThingsToWriteAbout

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Monique @starfish72.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

Bob talks to Nora about one of his past relationships and how she #lured him in. He fell for the chemistry and her flattery, but she turned out to be a total toad. Nora has nothing good to say about this woman and she doesn't know why Bob is even talking about her. #vss365

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Bethany Samaddar - popping in & out @blsamaddar.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

I’m pleased to share that my novel releases today. To everyone who supported me along the way, I’m grateful. I share with you my heart, in rectangular form & with the words “The Sand Diamond” written on it.🙏 US: amazon.com/dp/1509266674 UK: amazon.co.uk/dp/1509266674 Canada: amazon.ca/dp/1509266674

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

The #mountain had always been a friend: solid, unwavering, permanent. Some called it extinct. Others warned it was only sleeping. On the day we married, dark smoke marred its peak. By morning, the horizon was bare—flat and featureless. #vss365 #scififri

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Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

In the makeshift home that she had fashioned between a number of other shanties dangling from the Underside, her little sanctuary away from the tumult of Tarkar’s Bridge, Ilyna surveyed her loot. Through the gaps in the floorboards, she saw a #cloud drift underneath and pass beyond. #vss365

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Stretching west over the ocean, the contrails multiply—white lines scraping the brittle sky in a bid for freedom. A single #cloud lies low across the eastern horizon. Smoke, perhaps. Crowds of us gather along the coast, seeking a way out, our eyes tracing the last of the trails. #vss365

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

My psychological thriller, AT THE END OF THE WOODS is now out on Amazon in ebook & paperback. Seven days. One lie. A countdown that cannot be stopped. #BookSky #PsychologicalThriller #SpeculativeFiction

At the End of the Woods by John Everex cover image showing flames against a dark sky.

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

#WIPSnips 29/9: My first WIPsnip... from a psychological thriller/folk horror novel, working title ‘The Silted Silence’.

I squeezed my eyes shut, but the monochrome meadow remained—burned into my retinas like a flashbulb flare.
Downstairs, Mum moved about the kitchen—the clatter of a teacup, the muffled drone of the morning news. The everyday world turned on its axis, oblivious that the stubble in the fields was whispering Skyla’s name. I tried to call out to her, to tell her I’d found the coin, but my throat was a dry well, choked with the phantom reek of stop-bath vinegar and damp earth.
Mum found me an hour later. She brought me paracetamol and water, tucking a hot-water bottle against my feet as my fever broke into violent chills. I drifted between nightmares and an anxiety-riddled awakening.

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SciFanSat Magazine @scifansat.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

AVAILABLE NOW! Don’t stand for tyranny, fight for liberty! Join the rebellion with Science Fiction, Fantasy, and More by the #SFF authors of today and tomorrow: The September issue of #SciFanSat Magazine is out at scifansat.com! Many thanks to all who contributed, and to our readers, just like you!

SciFanSat: The Monthly Magazine for Science Fiction, Fantasy and More!

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 08/08/2026

Meteor shower— subtle flickering above, we capture their flight. #scifaikusaturday

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Fiftywords @fiftywords.bsky.social · 02/11/2025

Here’s a creature for today’s #vss365

$Narwhal No legend. Only heat where cold should cradle. The tusk listens, salinity, fracture, ice forgets seasons. It swims through thinning sheets of absence, a spiral in retreat. Myth was never shelter. The sea offers none now.$

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Jocelyn @jocelynx44.bsky.social · 01/11/2025

the last breath of summer a ribbon of amber in a gray autumn day #dailyhaikuprompt #haiku

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 01/11/2025

while business leaders dream about profit margins a cloud hides the sun #vss365

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 01/11/2025

before sunrise a car's light tails between the pines #haiku #micropoem

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 31/10/2025

The hospital ward echoes: soft chatter lulling in flows (a hollow ebb and swell). But my steps leave no marks, no sand captures my passing. Am I really here—in these starched lines? They tell me—think of holidays, the spiced scent of time away; a kind of trick I say. Kind. As I drift. #SenseWrds 139

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 31/10/2025

hospital machines a nurse smokes a cigarette by the exit sign #haiku

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 26/10/2025

end of October hint of woodsmoke as the nights close in #haiku

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 19/10/2025

Casting around for distraction amidst the sheer efficiency of the place, polished floors reflecting a thousand shuffling sorrows, I hide from a truth too resolute, too final. I settle on the sky— a plane appears to #hover, anchored above your words, clutching them tight as they drift apart. #vss365

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 18/10/2025

midnight scrolling your face underlit Android eyes #vss365

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 11/10/2025

The day lost its #verve, crumpled and ochre, light leeching the brights, mollifying the western flurries, leaving us indifferent and aloof. We follow the patina of yesterday's argument, sipping iced tea, words tracing the horizon with sardonic lines, and longer silences; longer and still. #vss365

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 28/09/2025

#sensewrds 124 While the gathering left frown lines, passing streetlight flickers marking their creases, his car cuts out of the city. His posture, lightened, finger following a radio rhythm (early hours beat) the city's horizon still dark, the glass reflecting pale hope

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🅰️Washington M.A. artist | author | activist 🖇️ @arw-raw.bsky.social · 18/09/2025

#Poemsabout #SilentPlanets @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk #Prompters #SilentPlanets Drifters We grift like silent planets in our shared bedroom orbiting our space— where touch once lived holiness gravity grows hollow. #poetry #5AMWritersClub #art #tanka #skypoets #arw-raw

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Rachel Burrows @rburrows.bsky.social · 19/09/2025

Anyone need a poem about Volvox? 🟢 Written by the girl who used to turn off Newsround when Reg Turnball came on - I preferred my microscope! 😊Thanks as always @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk for the #PoemsAbout #SilentPlanets #poetry

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

a distant engine breaks the dawn's solemnity with new potential #vss365

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 07/09/2025

The word DANGER is gouged into the wood in a meticulous hand, a careful warning on an otherwise silent #doorway. “A lie,” you say, tracing the first letter. “Ma says—” “Ma lies. It’s always about control.” You pause, your hand on the doorknob. This is our only chance. The latch clicks open. #vss365

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 06/09/2025

You count sorrows in each house we pass each smile. This journey only exists because of you, lights watching our silence. What did you hope to find? A #chance at redemption, an amendment to past mistakes. This land stretches and blurs, our memories no longer rooted in the tangible #vss365

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