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Georgios Chiotis @oithmos.bsky.social · 01/01/2026

2026 goal: build a writing bonfire, not burnout. Fire starting kit Kindling: daily acts of writing Oxygen: switch perfectionism for courage Fuel: books, classes & new forms Sky lanterns: 1 submission/month Campfire circle: my writing community And queer stories that blaze & refuse to be dimmed 🔥

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Georgios Chiotis @oithmos.bsky.social · 07/11/2025

'And now Family only,’ Mum smiles. My sister’s boyfriend doesn’t move. Tom nods as his hand leaves mine, & takes the picture. This is the one she will send to her friends. 𝘕𝘰, 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. The turkey is sweating. She hands me the knife, still warm from her grip.

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Georgios Chiotis @oithmos.bsky.social · 05/09/2025

I only take it off for him. My YiaYia gave it to me for protection. A pendant: the evil eye. Yet it never saw him coming. Wife’s scent still on him. His ring gleams. ‘𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱’ I place the eye away. Close the drawer before it can see. Only mine stay open; wide, unblinking, watching me vanish #writecbc🧿

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Georgios Chiotis @oithmos.bsky.social · 04/07/2025

Thank you so much to @joannamillerauthor.bsky.social and @cbcreative.bsky.social for choosing my quiet little flash about love and looking back as a runner-up this month. I’m so grateful to feel read (and seen). 🙌🏼

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Georgios Chiotis @oithmos.bsky.social · 04/07/2025

I said I didn’t believe in ghosts. But here’s one: his voice wading through the exhibit like breath fogging glass. His painting of Orpheus hangs nearby. Looks familiar. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. My phone buzzes. The speaker shudders like grief settling into a body. I lick my lips & taste salt. #writecbc

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Georgios Chiotis @oithmos.bsky.social · 06/06/2025

The woods murmur all week. Tonight they send a knock. Outside, three women, eyes like pits in rotting fruit, antlers faint in the dark. ‘Come’ they rasp, ‘the herd is waiting.’ ‘I didn’t hunt.’ ‘But you feasted.’ Their hooves click as I follow. And the woods scream like something birthing. #writecbc

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Georgios Chiotis @oithmos.bsky.social · 08/05/2025

#writeCBC 2 AM. Voice wet with drink. I love you, you know. Morning takes him back. Shame seeped into bedsheets. Not gay (said twice, a prayer). You are my secret (whispered). We flicker in the dark. But secrets grow restless. They itch. They break skin & let out daylight. And I? I crave the sun.

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Georgios Chiotis @oithmos.bsky.social · 08/05/2025

Arrived fashionably late and the pressure of a witty first post is too much. 🙀 Not new to being online, just new to overthinking things here. 🕺🏽 More active on Instagram 👀

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