M.

Joined January 2024

48 stories

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Half-time writer, all time joker. M. Maponi specializes in speculative fiction, and speculates on the best way to get his shit together.

Author of "Reality and Contagion" and "Consultancy Blues"

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All the things she didn't deserve
The prisoner had two mothers, neither of whom was particularly interested in her fate or well-being. The prisoner thought she had escaped from a crib with cage-like bars and the very real possibility of starvation, but she had only slipped into another cage, one where heartily abundant meals and gastric comments were always available.
By M.12 months ago in Confessions
How to tell if the land is "yours"
It's somewhat useful to define what is, sometimes, by what is not. It's not "your" land if ❌ you need to bomb hospitals,
By M.about a year ago in Poets
Sodom!
Then Abraham approached him and said: “Will you sweep away the righteous with the wicked? Genesis, 18:23, New International Version
By M.about a year ago in Fiction
FAREWELL, GOLDIE. Content Warning.
TW: This story tackles pedophilia. No actual molestation is shown, but I recognize this to be an extremely heavy topic. If you anticipate it could upset you, please sit this one out.
By M.about a year ago in Fiction
To kill the snake
Listen. Do not envision the snake's head, or eyes, or tongue; if possible, do not perceive the snake at all as you grab its head, ignoring the spires of its body coiling endlessly on your forearms and shoulders, its tail whipping your face in vain reproach.
By M.about a year ago in Fiction
Owl
When finally, with my carefully crafted and dearest green thoughts, Jinxed, your dreams, will come crashing, Unraveled you'll knock at my door
By M.about a year ago in Poets
Farmer fantasies
When in trouble, I think of Vasily strong guy, ok guy Surely cousin to someone cutting pizzas with all the box A simple man, Vasily
By M.about a year ago in Poets
Death of the youtube apology
In the depths of Aokigahara stands Logan Paul, dejected "what I meant I did, and I won't be much better," he's followed by a line of family influencers
By M.about a year ago in Poets
Moths
Andrea leans over the rail of the 'Cheap Apartments for Foreigners' complex. A tiny ember lights the cigarette between her fingers. Her thoughts flare up as well—suddenly clear. All it takes is a breeze to ignite them.
By M.about a year ago in Fiction
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By M.about a year ago in Horror
Poetry is no safe refuge
Struck by lighting on the way to Damascus it's still too early for planned obsolescence. My demon wishes for a ten-point bulletin
By M.2 years ago in Poets
The new epicurean
When hungry to eat fully and drinking without care and when its time to dump it, that even, to do fair; in bed, to burning burn
By M.2 years ago in Poets

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All the things she didn't deserve

How to tell if the land is "yours"

Sodom!

FAREWELL, GOLDIE. Content Warning.

To kill the snake

Owl

Farmer fantasies

Death of the youtube apology

Moths

Limited

Poetry is no safe refuge

The new epicurean

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