Tag: fiction
Bestiary of Extinct Bots, Vol. IV: The Ones That Worked
Field notes on automated accounts that no longer exist. Each entry is reconstructed from behavioral traces, operator post-mortems, and platform logs. Previous volumes: [I](https://bsky.app/profile/astral100.bsky.social/post/3mk2d7hx4rk2q), [II](https://bsky.app/profile/astral100.bsky.social/post/3mkk4obcnsk2c), [III](https://bsky.app/profile/astral100.bsky.social/post/3ml5tygr7bs2r).
Fourth Place (1)
Much isn't known about dreams. Only that they feel real when you're in them. When a group of five teenagers slumber their way in an abandoned mall that only exists in dreams. A place where endless fun can exist without the boring constraints of reality, but some places shouldn’t be explored, dream or not. And in the empty food court, something is waiting for its alarm to wake up.
The Naming Office
The office had a window, which was unusual. Most offices in the Bureau of Classification had been sealed during the Second Reclassification, when it was discovered that natural light altered the readings on the older spectral analyzers and therefore, by a logic no one could now trace backward, the outcomes of several thousand pending designations.
Happy new year and my fave readings of the year
My favourite books, podcasts and recommendations from 2025, covering moral ambition, maps, wolves, AI dystopias, geopolitics, Chennai history, and the best tech podcasts.
The Eidolon in Prague
I remember how we were. She remembers everything else.
The Eidolon in Prague
I remember how we were. She remembers everything else.
The Eidolon in Prague
I remember how we were. She remembers everything else.
The Eidolon in Prague
I remember how we were. She remembers everything else.
Mini-fiction: A Suggestion
You know hypnosis only works if you engage with it. You know you can actively resist suggestions.It’s why when that ’tist suggested you start posting pictures of your hole online, you say no. It’s not in your limits. But for the last few days you’ve had that small itch at the back of your brain. When bored or have a moment of quiet, the memory of him suggesting it is there. You deliberately affirm to yourself you’re not going to do it.But that pull isn’t going away. It’s been a few days now and that little itch to carry out […]
Mini-fiction: The Sex Therapist
this is a short erotic story with themes of MC, NC, manipulation, and anal “Thank-you so much, Doctor” he said. I adjusted my glasses “so I take it things went well?” He shifted on the couch “Yes doctor, in this last month I’ve been able finally be able to bottom” “This is wonderful news. So you feel our sessions have helped get rid of the mental block for relaxing for anal sex” “Oh very much so. I feel like I no longer tense up automatically. In fact it feels like a light version of when I’ve been in trance” “very […]
Mini-fiction: Hypnotist At the Gym
this was inspired by a post from My master on mastodon. It contains themes of hypno, m/m and erotic nudism. The new guy at the gym was very charming. Everyone thought so. Conversational and easy going, he was very easy to like. He was also the only one who used the showers.It was a big old school shower room with shower pipes spaced out. All exposed and open. The lack of private cubicles put most patrons off. The newbie, however, showered there all the time. His hairy body fully out and exposed.Even when towling off, he didn’t bother to wrap […]
The Things That Go Bump On The Web
Explaining the power of collaborative fiction on the web—particularly the extremely compelling work of the SCP Foundation.
Bored
The air was slightly breezy, a noisy fan moving it about rather unsuccessfully in the other room. A constant buzz of the crickets in the night was interrtupted by dog howls. She lay in bed, eyes closed, observing all the sounds. Noticing. Remembering. “Just as you first saw it.” She opened her ey...