Author: M Téllez
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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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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…