Category: one-shots
One-off short stories and other meditations encapsulated in and of themselves.
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A CROSS THRU
The child went missing. The man who took her insists she’s old enough. He tells her she’s old enough, more than other children her age. The child has been lonely. She wants to feel she’s old enough. She is not old enough. There is a monstrous gulf between a girl child and safety. I used…
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Monk’s Dream
WHEN THE LIGHTS WON’T COME ON THE ENDLESS STREAM STOPS THE FEED ADDICTION— THERE WAS A SOLAR FLARE? YO THE ALEXA JAWN GOT CO-OPTED BY HACKERS AND THEN SELF-DESTRUCTED THE INTERNET! THE SERVER FARMS ARE BURNING! THE BACKUPS ARE FAILING! CASH WON’T EVEN COME OUT THE MACHINES RIGHT NOW EVERYONE’S STARING THEIR NEIGHBORS IN THE…
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Discipline Welcomes Beauty ~ A Cleaning & Organizing Grimoire ~ Audio Edition
Please enjoy this audio work in its entirety as read from the original zine, available for purchase here. Sonic ambiance provided by Pauline Darkstar. Discipline Welcomes Beauty by M Téllez A bitch’s/witch’s grimoire. Discipline, cleaning, and organizing are things I’ve developed a reputation for, and this zine meditates on the principles behind my habits. Appreciated…
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HEAT DEATH OF WESTERN HUMAN ARROGANCE
TRANSITIONAL TIMES TRANSITIONAL BODY by M Téllez She turned to me with half-lidded eyes, her mouth turned upward like a cat’s face. Her hands rested on the worn wooden surface beneath her congregation of plants. We needed nothing to see with, just the full moon’s cool blue cast. The slopes and lines of her shoulder…
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About A Woman and A Kid
An older woman came to town. By town I mean our little dark forest, which is on the disconnected part of the city—the other side of the river where the power’s broken up anymore. She came in the morning when we were out pulling weeds and foraging along the creek banks. She had a lot…
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Adolescence
How my heart used to race at the sound of a dial-up connection The beige clack of keyboard. An adolescent body perched on a greasy dining room chair The glow of a desktop screen, resolution 800 x 600. This is where I grew up, in an invisible universe, now imploded. When I was…
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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…