one-shots

One-off short stories and other meditations encapsulated in and of themselves.

  • a close up photo of my eye, in a triangle shaped shadow produced by my folded arm above it

    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…

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    3–4 minutes
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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…

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    3–5 minutes
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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…

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    1–2 minutes
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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…

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    12–18 minutes
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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…

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    12–17 minutes
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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…

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    5–7 minutes
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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…

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    3–5 minutes
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