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Dragon Cobolt

@dragoncobolt.bsky.social

if you ever worried that this book might not be stupid, good news!

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Sister pussy feels so fucking good.”

She lifted her head up, gasping. “Better than Mom!”

“I, heh, I’d need to fuck her again to compare…” Bryant chuckled. “But she’s not gonna be down for that.”

He paused, then, in his thrusting, feeling a tingling along his spine.

Rachel, gasping, whispered. “S-She’s not behind you, is she?”

“No, I’m in front of you two,” Mom said, her voice completely dazed with shock. Bryant jerked his head forward and saw Mom was standing before Rachel’s window, her hands on a step ladder, a trowel in hand – she was clearly about to clean out the gutters on the second story of the Impossimansion.

October 2, 2026 at 12:44 AM

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖬𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗒 𝖠𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖺

@mightyathena.bsky.social

Part 1 of 4 of a dystopian/sci-fi short story. Black text on white background:

I do not know quite what was meant by top billing; not in this context. Here? In a dank, crumbling substation? Or maybe I did know, and my addled brain was so, so weary. Either that, or repression was a bugger, and I was being purposefully forgetful. A jostling, scrambling knot of races, all ravaged countenances, freely mingled regardless of class assignment. Many susurrations were bandied about amidst the tangled mass, that phrase included.

Nudging my pod-mate, I lifted my chin at the rusted sign hanging almost directly overhead. The Great Floods of ’42 really did a number on what was once a shiny, gleaming (albeit small) terminal. “What’s that say?” I enquired. My eyes weren’t so good anymore, and the flaking paint made it hard to suss out.

Foxglove (or at least that’s what I called them, their real name nearly incomprehensible outside New Common Speak) was a plant-like creature who got stuck here yonks back whilst on their big planetary O.E. They gave the placard a squidge and softly responded through their short, trumpet-shaped mouthpiece: “The Universe is Calling.”

Oh. Is that all. Who knows what arcane Thought-Prop that was about. No matter. Grunting, I shifted about on my feet and rooting around in a ratty satchel at my hip, inspected my remaining doses of antigens. The next ingestion wasn’t due for a little bit, so I held off. Even though Foxglove was the best pod-mate I’d taken in, they still were deadly toxic in ways those beautifully hued rosettes around their supple necks belied. They paid their share of taxes on time and kept to themselves, so this became a minor inconvenience in the scheme of things.

Julie Parker-Kinsey © September 2026

Part 2 of 4 of a dystopian/sci-fi short story. Black text on white background:

The more sparsely populated quadrant of our region had been called forth to this locale; no reason given. Not that one was expected. You learned not to expect much anymore, if anything at all.

Seated on a dais close to a nearby wall was a young child. Couldn’t be more than three or four years old. Hands clasped on her lap in front of her, she was unsmiling and unsure, mirroring the crowd before her.

A few loudspeakers squelched before someone spoke: “Attention. Attention. Before The Selection begins, a Call to Allegiance.” The gathering grumbled and milled about for a moment before snapping to attention at a barked “Silence!” Instantly, we rough lot shut up and shut down, waiting.

“What is it that takes precedence over everything else?” the sharp, tinny voice prompted.

We obediently replied as one: “A consequence must outlast its cause.”

The faceless voice appeared to make a simpering moue before proceeding. “Good. Very good. And here I was told this particular section had no manners. Seems that was idle gossip. Ah well - let’s see if an action speaks louder than words, shall we?”

A few desperate, scared voices began to whimper which was immediately drowned out by another “Silence!” A long pause held

Julie Parker-Kinsey © September 2026

Part 3 of 4 of a dystopian/sci-fi short story. Black text on white background:

the air, gripping our throats. The speaker continued: “You understand your obedience is required. Remember: make your peace; accept your fate. The pipeline takes care of those who give.”

Repeating along with the others, I singsonged, “Let us make our peace; let us accept our fate. The pipeline takes care of those who give.” What that really meant, we’d soon find out for sure. The swapped stories over weak fungi-grog were either boring and mundane or completely outrageous in nature. Both paths of contemplation were devoid of any worthwhile and practical meaning. Who knew? Who would know? Anyone who did was long gone. No sense worrying about what you couldn’t control.

And believe me: though they ably placated us with all manner of useless bits n’ bobs and semblance of choice, we had no control. Best to accept things as they were or suddenly, their goons would surround and frog-walk you off to places far beyond The Rim.

But if one really understood the cycles of sadly repeated history, as I tried to, the true outcome would become clear.

I felt an unexpected tug of clarity.

The faceless one continued: “Right. Let us begin. Who of you will step forward and give your place to The Young?” For a time, the air’s stale stillness had its say.

“Well….? Do recall, you who’ve been summoned, what will happen…”

“I will.”

Julie Parker-Kinsey © September 2026

Part 4 of 4 of a dystopian/sci-fi short story. Black text on white background:

Those around me gasped in surprise. It was rumoured there was an outside chance The Faceless Ones would stop any of these mysterious proceedings at their whim. A magnanimous abstention would supposedly be granted to those who dutifully gathered. We’d be rewarded by a scuttling back to any cobbled-together wreckage that was ours to call home. Lucky us.

Another squelch in the speakers, then: “Who is that? Come forward.”

Before doing so, I faced Foxglove and said, “The pod’s yours now.” They began to protest, but I stopped them. “It’s OK. I’ve had my life, most of it reasonably decent compared to others. Remember, I was here in The Before. But that child?” I looked at the young girl on the platform, at her scrubbed cherub-red-cheeks and doe-eyes. She didn’t deserve to be treated like meat. Me? Feh. I’ve become what long-felt like a bag of yellowed sawdust and raggedy outdated opinions not suitable for anyone’s benefit.

Knowing I’m no martyr, Foxglove gently waved several of its leaves before briefly laying a few upon my exposed lower arms and hands. I let them. What was a little deadly poison amongst friends? Besides, I knew what they were doing, and so did they. No suffering amongst friends, either. Not for long.

Wordlessly thanking Foxglove for their parting grace, I turned and walked forward through the crowd and towards the guards, accepting my top billing. A light smattering of relieved approval and applause swelled around me as one more child would be allowed to live.

Julie Parker-Kinsey © September 2026

September 19, 2026 at 7:03 AM

Frightful Boo-schoff

@mpbmke.com

Lmao, Scott and Leslie just said, "Fuck it, we're out." Good to hear the new owners are paying all the existing staff for the 4 weeks they're going to be closed, at least.

Milwaukee bars The Garage, Hi Hat permanently closed, to be sold

A "NO PLAY LIST" of Black rap artists posted at The Garage's DJ booth went viral and sparked backlash online last week. The owners said sale discussions had already been in the works, but moved forwar...

www.fox6now.com

September 1, 2026 at 10:30 PM

🧡ᗰIGᕼT ᗩՏ ᗯEᒪᒪ ᒍᑌᗰᑭ🦋

@mightaswelljumpnow.bsky.social

🤚🚨Ma'am, you are going to HAVE to learn some self control here. Just take a step BACK, please.

-No- I think we need to understand the CLEAR DIFFERENCE between "backward" and "forwar- WHOA! MA'AM! Please refrain from making those movements with your- JESUS CHRIST SECURITY, WE GOT A CODE 101 HERE!

August 10, 2026 at 8:12 AM

Maple:3 🦊🏳️‍⚧️🦊 (COMMS 📌 POST]

@mapl3-syruppoetry.bsky.social

ZILCH-CHAPTER 24:

Boss

Music makes my world go round. Up and down the stave.
Pity I don't like to rhyme. But it works all the same.

(1/2, the rest of the Chapter is in the reply, this is only half of it, thank you🦊)

#zilch #chapter24 #boss #poetryseries #mapl3syruppoetry #iloveyouall

August 8, 2026 at 10:36 AM

Annie

@ventaltannie.bsky.social

I wish i had a dom here in the uk....
I DID have a dom, but hes in a closed relationship now..
And my date is no closer to moving forwar,d,,,

I think im just very frustrated at the moment, wishing i had more than just myself to be kinky with

July 28, 2026 at 9:26 PM

MeliSwenk Editing

@lousytshirt.bsky.social

#WIPSnips from Monah Bk. 1 -- Faldor and Ankara discuss the force of energy that passed through Piatra when Monah sang the scrolls for the first time. Faldor won't admit what he knows, and Ankara never gives up information.
#writesky #writingcommunity #queerwriters #writingprompts

“You picked up nothing about it? You are usually quite adept.”
“In my panic, in my being taken off guard, you are going to accuse me of, what, Faldor?” She stepped back from him, straightening her clothes, her stature.
“No accusation, Lady, just surprise that you do not already know.”
“Surprise? Are you looking for answers?” Ankara started to step away from him when she heard thunderous footfalls in the hallway leading up to this room. “Usually, you are quite adept.”
“And so,” he stepped forward to look over her shoulder at the door behind her, “we have reached this point in our tiresome circle of conversation. Where you hand my words back to me, Ana? Where you pry information out of me? When I try to ask you for it directly.”
“And you were so chivalrous, offering me comfort in my time of need,” Ankara stated. “Now you are openly accusing me.” She stood back from him and aimed herself toward the door he still watched. “You are about to have company. Company I do not want to be part of. We will cross paths again, Faldor King, for I am not leaving this city now. Not now that I know a force of that strength is here.”
“Strong,” he spat incredulously in her direction as she turned from him and walked through the doors.

July 21, 2026 at 7:10 PM

timbo6.bsky.social

@timbo6.bsky.social

The problem with ICE
starts with personnel.
Most of the agents are
thugs with criminal
records. And they are
poorly trained + armed
forwar. The other issue
is the imaginary number
of illegals in the country.
It is much less than
what Miller, Trump +
other morons think.
Their is no official
count.

July 14, 2026 at 11:57 PM

🔫🎃Scott Martian Invaders 🎃🛼

@youcaughtscott.com

“This person is not serious.” Idk man the main Dem candidate was a bloodthirsty Nazi who abused women and everyone supported him before they couldn’t dismiss the allegations anymore. LaFlamme seems more serious than Platner

Eoin Higgins
@eoinhiggins.bsky.social
not that it really needs to be said, but this person is not serious, has essentially no support whatsoever in Maine, and should be seen as a social media attention opportunist and nothing more

Post quoted:

ANDREA LAFLAMME U.S. SENATE 2026
As a victim of sexual assault, myself, I'm still processing the news that came out yesterday about Graham Platner. I have a lot of feelings about the public reaction to it, but I want to focus my energy on the path forward and the needs of Maine.
Mainers showed up in a huge way in the primary. That's really exciting and it's necessary if we're going to beat Susan Collins. Maine voters made their voices heard. They made it clear that they want a candidate who isn't a part of the political realm--someone who supports Medicare for All, workers' rights, and reproductive rights, a person that fights with our communities against ICE, and, most importantly, someone who isn't afraid to speak truth to power. All of those things bring me so much hope. I'm proud of Maine for stepping up and I'm hopeful that we can use that energy to make some incredible policy changes, bring relief to struggling Mainers and beat Susan Collins in November.
If you've been following along on social media, you've seen that even after the primary, I've continued to show up for Maine in any way I can. As a young voice, a union leader, public health professor, and lifelong feminist, I've championed all of the things that Maine has said that they want in a candidate. I want to thank you all for your incredible messages of support since the primary.
I'm still here and I still believe that I'm the best person to take on Susan Collins.
We're going to see things start to move really quickly over the next week. We don't know what the future of the Senate race looks like, but one thing I can say with certainty is, whether I'm in an elected position or not, I'm always going to be here-standing up for Mainers and leading us forward.

July 9, 2026 at 4:21 PM

Willy Skinner

@willygrant.bsky.social

💙 A Canmore resident is working to bring greater attention to an under-researched condition w/ no known cure, while raising funds to support awareness & research efforts.

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