Published inThe Kraken Lore·PinnedReal | A flash fiction story96 of 💯 — Drawde stepped out of the Aether pod, his feet sinking into the neon-lit, plush carpet of the simulation arcade. His brain was a little foggy, the residual sensations from the Aether still floating around in his brain. “Minda,” he called, rubbing his eyes, “the new pod is amazing! The Aether…Fiction3 min readFiction3 min read
Published inFM’s Whatevers·PinnedAbout Me — FJCMontenegroA Brazilian boy’s life — This boy was born in Brazil, the land of soccer, samba, the Amazon rainforest, and the beautiful beaches of Rio. He wasn’t very good at soccer, though, and he completely lost interest in the sport by the time he became an adult. The boy didn’t have enough motor coordination to…About Me2 min readAbout Me2 min read
Published inThe Kraken Lore·PinnedAnchora — IndexA Cyberpunk/Dystopian Flash Fiction Collection — Hackers, bounty hunters, bandits, scientists, artificial intelligence, mega-corporations, and a bunch of crazy s**t. Anchora is a collection of flash fiction stories I wrote from April 2022 to April 2023 as my entry for the 💯 story challenge. FJCMontenegro's 💯 fjcmontenegro.medium.com Volume I Volume II Volume III Volume IV Volume V Volume VI Volume VIIFiction1 min readFiction1 min read
Published inThe Kraken Lore·1 day agoMember-onlyChipThe boy and the statue — The little boy watched in awe as the extravagant crowd marched into the grand building. Tuxedos and fur coats shared the red carpet with bare legs, deep cleavages, and tank tops that revealed huge sets of shiny biceps — the usual gala attire. “Excuse me, Mx.,” he tried, but the…Fiction5 min readFiction5 min read
Published inThe Kraken Lore·3 days agoMember-onlyCherished TomatoesNot all heroes wear capes, some just water plants — I stare out the window at my tomatoes and my tomatoes stare at the energy blast above the building. Super Jet and Captain Greybeard — the leader of the Sky Pirates — float above Downtown, and I’m close enough to see their facial expressions. There are good sides to having…Fiction4 min readFiction4 min read
Published inFM’s Whatevers·Sep 14TimeA poem — I’ve never read poetry. Never tasted another human’s words. Never heard life’s threnody through their ears. Never gazed at an October afternoon through their window. Never known them, the meaning of their words. — I’ve never written words of my own. Never had them. Never sung my heart's melody aloud. Never broken rules. Never rhymed. Never touched hearts. Never understood. Never. — I hope.Time1 min readTime1 min read
Published inFM’s Whatevers·Aug 28The Meaning Of LifeDo words have to mean or does meaning hide itself in the silent melody? My heart sings without words and my words mean without meaning to. I write them down and the words choose what they mean. They mean well. The meaning of my wording and the words I employ…Meaning Of Life4 min readMeaning Of Life4 min read
Published inFM’s Whatevers·Aug 28Lost At The PeakI heard truth in the enraged words, and I bowed to the beauty hidden in the desperate screams. And the guttural singing of a tormented soul talked to me in bursts of pain. And I heard it. …Creativity2 min readCreativity2 min read
Published inFM’s Whatevers·Aug 28The Bleak Is Vast, And The Void Is JustIt is bleak out there. It shouldn’t be. The empty city, and empty streets, and empty cars, and empty souls, they’re all out there. And it should be peaceful, it should be happy, should be glad and gay and fine. …Fear2 min readFear2 min read
Published inFM’s Whatevers·Aug 28My VoiceMy voice is here, somewhere. I can hear it. I don’t hear it with sound, though, I don’t hear it with words. I hear it through vibrations in my chest, I hear it with the sense of touch, with bright flares in different areas of my brain, with warm pressures…Creativity2 min readCreativity2 min read
