Author: M Téllez
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GENTRY
Y’all are some fools—I can’t stand this shit. I’m yelling and gnashing my teeth and screeching at them in modified Common to pay attention. But these gentry don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about. You know that? Then they get robbed and laughed at and their goddamn feelings hurt cause they wanna talk to…
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ODE TO ROCK LEE
IF YOU PRESUME THAT I DON’T ENGAGE IN CERTAIN ACTIVITIES WITHOUT EVER FOR A SECOND CONSIDERING THAT THE REASON MIGHT BE FINANCIAL THEN I’M LETTING YOU KNOW YOU’RE PULLING SOME LIL UPPER CLASS BULLSHIT IF YOU THINK THAT I DON’T LIKE SOMETHING THAT I DON’T WANT TO DO SOMETHING THAT I CAN’T THAT IT MUST…
FILE: essays
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PEOPLE WHO WRITE ABOUT THE 90S INTERNET AND HOW CYBERSPACE WAS THIS CRAZY SPACE BACK IN THE DAY
OK I WANT TO KNOW I REALLY WANT TO KNOW DID THEY ACTUALLY LIVE IT? WERE THEY IN THOSE CYBERSPACES? WERE THEY THOSE PRE/TEENS ACTING AS VIDEO GAME CHARACTERS AS VAMPIRE VERSIONS OF THEIR FAVORITE DRAGON BALL Z CHARACTER, ROLE PLAYING AT ELITE CHATROOM POOLS WITH DEPRESSED BOYS N GIRLS LIVING IN IRL ISOLATION? THE…
FILE: essays
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The Corpse
Suli blew his sterile load onto the ground (it happened at the same moment every time) and then straightened up, wiping his hand across a gnarled clump of weeds as the reconstructed reality cleared from his vision and the dull rolling hills of low mountain country returned. Braga would be here soon. The two of…
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My Other Body is In the Shop
ALL THAT'S LEFT | First Packet by M Téllez Not everyone is good at their body. I know mine’s fucked up. The joints are out of alignment and the energy deposits are unevenly distributed. Nothing fits right lately and people been staring at me when I walk around the hood, like yo is he gonna…
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Hotbloods
Hotbloods by All That’s Left Channel 7-70 had Hotblood Saturdays every weekend of the month. They billed it as a double feature of independent erotic films, but Channel 7-70 (not actually a television channel but a full-service “anytime” subscription media-stream) was owned by Amaripa Group, and “erotic” was their re-purposed word for “explicitly pornographic.” It…
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Dark Eyes On the Road
The dash instruments shed a comfortable amount of light between them; enough that Kay could still see their glimmer in Dimo’s eyes without the aid of other vision modes. They were transporting a hulker south, and you needed two people to do it safely––an operator and a surveyor. The job briefing explicitly stressed the need…
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Cyborg apocalypse
CYBORG APOCALYPSE and how to be somebody! Global warming is for real, yo. Government here just means corporate pool party anymore. Everything is bankrupt, shut down, or trying to “protect the shareholders’ interests” by locking up shop to anyone not making at least $30,000 a year. Philanthropy is over. Capitalism’s gotten old. Education — college degree holdin…
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Try A Little Tenderness
Try A Little Tenderness by All That’s Left Late afternoon and the air was crisp for once. Cool on the extremities. The weather was in between seasons, in between muggy days and brisk nights. Kay took a step outside, leaving the always musty hallway of her building to survey the uneven streets of the neighborhood.…
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Ghost Town
“I like you.” “What?” “I like you.” “That’s sweet of you to say, Suli. What are you getting at?” “Just that.” Suli had a sing-song way of saying things that got right on Braga’s nerves sometimes. The malicious adolescent smile. The playful eyes. The laughing. But Suli was a violent, trigger-happy asshole. It used to…
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And Why Not
While not a hardcore Metal Gear Solid fan, I did have an appreciation for Snake & his hacker nerd remote partner, Otacon after writing this 2006 fic for a friend’s request. Solid Snake had done more than his fair share of training. From practically the womb on he’d been conditioned, institutionalized. Put through every scenario,…
FILE: fan-fiction
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Sometimes Always
This Naruto Shikamaru x Temari fic was originally posted (and still lives) on fanfiction.net in October 2005. Aside from some minor revisions for 2020, it remains largely unchanged from its original draft. Sometimes, nothing is more inviting to me than a bed of green grass under a blue sky. I like nothing more than laying…