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The Kraken Lore

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Real | A flash fiction story

96 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…

Fiction

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Real | A flash fiction story
Real | A flash fiction story
Fiction

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FM’s Whatevers

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About Me — FJCMontenegro

A 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 Me

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About Me — FJCMontenegro
About Me — FJCMontenegro
About Me

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The Kraken Lore

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Anchora — Index

A 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 VII

Fiction

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Anchora — Index
Anchora — Index
Fiction

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The Kraken Lore

·1 day ago

Chip

The 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…

Fiction

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Chip
Chip
Fiction

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The Kraken Lore

·3 days ago

Cherished Tomatoes

Not 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…

Fiction

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Cherished Tomatoes
Cherished Tomatoes
Fiction

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FM’s Whatevers

·Sep 14

Time

A 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.

Time

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Time
Time
Time

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FM’s Whatevers

·Aug 28

The Meaning Of Life

Do 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 Life

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The Meaning Of Life
The Meaning Of Life
Meaning Of Life

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FM’s Whatevers

·Aug 28

Lost At The Peak

I 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. …

Creativity

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Lost At The Peak
Lost At The Peak
Creativity

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FM’s Whatevers

·Aug 28

The Bleak Is Vast, And The Void Is Just

It 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. …

Fear

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The Bleak Is Vast, And The Void Is Just
The Bleak Is Vast, And The Void Is Just
Fear

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FM’s Whatevers

·Aug 28

My Voice

My 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…

Creativity

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My Voice
My Voice
Creativity

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FJCMontenegro

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