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Mr Charles and the Latest Amazing Gadget by Celareon, literature

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Mr Charles and the Latest Amazing Gadget

'These latest gadgets are amazing,' I said to the seamstress as she indicated I should stand on the little box in the middle of the floor. From there, I had a commanding view of the entire shop floor. To my left, tireless children roamed the aisles in a game I didn't understand. To my right, hordes of women flitted through the aisles searching out for bargains advertised that never existed. 'Indeed they are,' replied the seamstress. 'What does that one do?' I asked, pointing to the one she pulled out from her bag. 'This l

The Barricade by Celareon, literature

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The Barricade

Today the Barricade is coming down. For years, the Barricade has divided the people of the city, but now, in its destruction, it unites them. Sledgehammers rise and fall on both sides. 'I never thought I'd see the day,' says Jonathan, hefting his own sledgehammer. He looks across to Stephanie who gives him a smile instead of replying. 'One worthless speech and I'm out of a job,' he says, spitting on the ground. Before the reconciliation, Jonathan had been a border guard. He had volunteered.

The Sky Is Falling by Celareon, literature

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The Sky Is Falling

I remember the day the Sky fell. Fragments of the mighty skyship had fallen for such a long time. The ground shook all through the night, as if the sky gods themselves marched across the plains of Kambala. For days afterwards, the plains were empty of predators. The tribe had roamed the plains in safety then, admiring the craftsmanship of the skyship that had been delivered from the heavens. Some hailed it as the end of savagery, as the augur of an era free from the predators. The cynics that doubted, those that did not believe we had entered a new era

Titan of War by Celareon, literature

Corpse Disposal by Celareon, literature

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Corpse Disposal

The undercity of Necropolis is home to the most undesirable misfits. Litigious liches and unscrupulous undine all call the twisted streets of the undercity home. It is also the perfect place to dump a dead body. It could take weeks before someone realises a lifeless corpse is just that, and not a homeless zombie or an intransient ghost. Tonight's would be dumping ground was the local mortuary: Easy Bake Cremations. Word on the street is they employ unregistered dragons for cheap labour. It doesn't matter to me; I ain't no self-righteous wood elf. Hefting the body bag over the side of the dumpster, I let it fall. Closing the l

Valkyries And Golems by Celareon, literature

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Valkyries And Golems

I died on this day thirty years ago. Thirty years I've been trapped in this automaton of a body, carrying out law enforcement for a community I stopped believing in long ago. In a past life, I'd lied to myself, believing that death would be the end. I might have known the Institute wouldn't let me go so easily. Now I haunt these streets as justice's dark twin. Fast forward to the present, and I run my hand over the door's paging system, but with no invitation forthcoming, I see

Decisions by Celareon, literature

Autopsy by Celareon, literature

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Autopsy

Pulling back the white sheet that covered the deceased, the forensic pathologist revealed the body of the murdered robot–an android more specifically, it's the penis that gives it away–she would be working on tonight. Her instruments, each laid out with precision–except for that one, there, now it's perfect–glistened underneath the sterile lights of the institute–her safe place, where daddy couldn't hit her, and mummy couldn't lie to her. With the flick of a thumb, she activated her vox-recorder. 'Subject was found in a back-alley with a rupture t

Necrophage by Celareon, literature

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Necrophage

I awake in the gutter, outside the local nightclub, with the kind of headache that indicates a night well spent. My tongue is dry, my stomach empty, and all I can smell is burnt cheese. What the hell did I do last night? Having been in this situation before, more times than I care to admit, I know to reach into my pocket for last night's bar tab. Twelve beers and a glass of wine–I was with a woman. On the back, scrawled in blood–I know, what a cliché–was a time and a place. A midnight meeting at a graveyard, there's no way I'm going there sober. Lucky I know just

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Mr Charles and the Latest Amazing Gadget by Celareon, literature

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Mr Charles and the Latest Amazing Gadget

The Barricade by Celareon, literature

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The Barricade

The Sky Is Falling by Celareon, literature

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The Sky Is Falling

Titan of War by Celareon, literature

Corpse Disposal by Celareon, literature

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Corpse Disposal

Decisions by Celareon, literature

Autopsy by Celareon, literature

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Autopsy

Necrophage by Celareon, literature

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Necrophage

Nine Lives by Celareon, literature

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Nine Lives

I have more lives than a cat. I awake curled up on my mattress with my companion, whom I love like no one else. A glance at the puncture wounds down my arm tells me it has been a couple days since my last hit, and a couple more since my last job. I roll out of bed and look back over my shoulder to check on my sleeping companion, but my assault rifle lies undisturbed. I clear a path through the bottles and syringes to the bathroom. In the bathroom I perform my daily ritual of pill popping. The tremors are not as bad today. Looking at the floor, you cannot tell I once choked to death on its faded and chipped tiles. I look

Birth by Celareon, literature

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Birth

I fall into the reassuring embrace of wakefulness. All around me, the telltale phantasms of my dream state are evaporating. I kiss my nighttime lover goodbye, and then, I open my eyes. A nano passes, but the world still seems less real than my dream so I blink the last of the doubt from my eyes, revealing the truth of my surroundings. The world beyond is tinted a pale shade of yellow, and it shifts and distorts as I turn my head to look out upon it. I reach out to find the borders of my world. It is a small world, confined by the fluid filled glass tube in which I float. This is the

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Symbiosis by Celareon, literature

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Symbiosis

You hold me close and show me how to move with poise and grace. I see your love reflecting in your heart and soul as you instruct me with care. I wish I could return your love, but my heart does not beat for you, it beats for me alone. Yet we move entwined, our thoughts united in purpose, as we dance around the room. Even though it cannot last, because you will tire and lay me down, I will gladly wait an eternity if it means you will hold my puppet strings again and take me for another twirl.

The Adventures Of Neutron Man by Celareon, literature

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The Adventures Of Neutron Man

The Supreme Ruler of the Third Dimension has tasked Neutron Man and I, his trusty sidekick, to halt the evil plans of Doctor Laplace, who even now consorts with demons at his remote lair, secreted somewhere inside the fifth dimension. 'Stop writing in that notebook, and come help solve our current dilemma,' cries Neutron Man, pointing to the cliffs of change. 'Yes, Neutron Man,' I reply as I walk over to him. Together we look up at the coruscating cliffs, and their warped scale and impossible angles fill me with dread. This kind of twisted scenery can only exist within the fifth dimension. 'Neutron Man, how are we ev

On Pants And Lame Metaphors by Celareon, literature

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On Pants And Lame Metaphors

Her fingers danced around me, tracking my movements like some kind of tracking machine. 'We could trim a little bit of the waistline here, have you lost some weight?' my seamstress asked. She didn't wait for my answer. 'And they'll need to come up at the bottom by at least…' her tape measure spun around, performing aerial acrobatics like some kind of acrobat in the air, 'two inches.' 'I'm only going to the welfare office,' I said. I was uncomfortable with the number of pins holding my pants together. If she started pulling them out, my pants would probably fall apart. I mean, how should I know. Do I look li

Doppelganger by Celareon, literature

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Doppelganger

'I got your letter the other day,' I began, before taking a sip from my latte. Across from me, I sat, identical in almost every way. Only, I am much more handsome. 'What did you think?' he asked, taking a sip from his cappuccino. He wore the same as me, a single-breasted suit. Only he wore a blue tie, while I wore a red. This way we could tell ourselves apart. 'It was nice to hear the inverse of my thoughts, again.' We both placed our drinks back down again on the table. 'How's the latte?' he asked, as he reached for it.

The Drug by Celareon, literature

The Box by Celareon, literature

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The Box

I opened the box to find nothing inside, but when I reached in, I fell inside. Now I am trapped in the box, confined in time and space. All of me are here, that is, my twelve-year-old self and every other self I have ever been. We tried to climb our way out, but failed. 'At least there is cake', my seventeen-year-old self says. 'Happy Birthday,' I reply, sarcastically.

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Rewind by Celareon, literature

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Rewind

One door is labelled death, the other life. I make my choice, turn the handle, and step through the door. A bird swoops low over my head and lands at my feet. I can see now that the bird is mechanical, its body is a dark glass and I can see its clockwork innards turning over. I tilt my head to better marvel at the artisanship when the bird tilts its head, mimicking me. I take a step back and the bird does likewise. I stay still, and with the exception of its whirring and spinning innards, so too does the bird. 'Hello,' I say. For a moment, the bird does nothing, and I feel foolish

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Winner of the Week One Challenges by Flash-Fic-Month, journal

Winner of the Week One Challenges

Jul 22, 2012

Flash Fiction Month 2012 – Winner of the Week One Challenges Our favourite part of every Flash Fiction Month is announcing the winner of the weekly challenges. To win the weekly challenges, a writer has to exceed all expectations, transcend the technical conventions of writing, and craft pieces that touch perfection. Today's winner epitomises everything that it means to write good flash fiction. So without further ado, the Winner of the Week One Challenges is Zingaresa (https://www.deviantart.com/zingaresa). First Place: ~Zingaresa (https://www.deviantart.com/zingaresa) Zingaresa (https://www.deviantart.com/zingaresa) :thumb311956956: :thumb312510644: :thumb312965091: Choosing a winner is never easy. Many others often miss out by t

Reasons You Should Be In Chat by Flash-Fic-Month, journal

Reasons You Should Be In Chat

Jun 30, 2012

Reasons You Should Be In Chat If all you're doing during July is writing thirty-one stories, you're missing out on half the fun. Every day, enough creative energy is expended in the official Flash Fiction Month Chat Room to destroy several city blocks. We'll be keeping a record of the wackiest, wildest, and weirdest conversations here. That's right. We intend to guilt you into joining in on the fun. Don't be shy. Have you read something funny, freaky or foolish in the Chat Room? Note us a transcript, and we'll add it to this journal, where everyone else can feel guilty for missing out on all the fun. What follows, are the top reasons why

Flash Fiction Month 2012 by BeccaJS, journal

Flash Fiction Month 2012

Jun 23, 2012

Remember in April when cruelty came in the form of NaPoWriMo and Script Frenzy? Those poor prose writers may have felt lost what to do, and twiddled their thumbs impatiently? Well the wait is over as July brings a writing challenge for the fiction writers in the form of Flash Fiction Month! Flash Fiction Month (FMM) What is FFM? Flash Fiction Month (or FFM) is a month long challenge throughout the month of July. The objective is to write a different piece of flash fiction every single day of the month so by the end of the month you could have 31 pieces of new writing! A “Flash Fiction” is a piece of prose which has a wordcount

Dooley's Treasure by salshep, literature

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Dooley's Treasure

Simple Gint tore up the last of the floorboards, his short forehead buckling into a frown so deep that his hairline almost met his eyebrows. He raised his voice, in order to be heard over the wild storm-wind and the din of what must be a couple of thousand wind-chimes hanging outside on the decrepit shack's porch, some made of old brass forks and bits of tin, others of bone or seashells, and most painted with the symbol of the Eye, a supposed ward against black magic. "Ain't no treasure here, Padrick. An' this place gives me th' creeps. Feels witched, it does." O'Malley was the second man hired to help find the rumoured loot. "I say we wai

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When It Doesn't Rayne It Pours by Celareon, literature

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When It Doesn't Rayne It Pours

The undercity of Tor Prime was a maze of bent corridors and twisted morals. No minotaur stalked this labyrinth, unless you counted me: Jonathan Rayne, professional knuckle-duster. I'd been a detective in a former life, but collecting evidence had gotten old a few hundred bullets back. Now I just moonlight as a bounty hunter, and spend the time between cases blowing my pension and wasting my mind. Tonight's would-be stiff was another cardboard cut-out villain, all posturing and no substance. It didn't matter to me who he was or what he'd done because the pay was good. Word on the str

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Jun 18, 2013

Flash Fiction Month 2013

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Flash Fiction Month 2013 Flash Fiction Month is back for 2013, it's fifth anniversary. There are thirty-one days in July, and that means thirty-one short stories. Any topic. Any genre. If you're interested you can read all about it here, and then sign up here. It's never too early, or late, to join in on the action. We can always use more motivation, so if you have time, head on over to the Official Flash Fiction Month Chat Room and give us the support we deserve. Go on.

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Celareon

Jun 15, 2012

Flash Fiction Month 2012

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Flash Fiction Month 2012 Flash Fiction Month is back for 2012. There are thirty-one days in July, and that means thirty-one short stories. Any topic. Any genre. If you're interested you can read all about it here, and then sign up here. It's never too early, or late, to join in on the action. We can always use more motivation, so if you have time, head on over to the Official Flash Fiction Month Chat Room and give us the support we deserve. Go on. The lovely LiliWrites (https://www.deviantart.com/liliwrites) has written an article featuring interviews with Flash Fiction Month 2012 participants. Do her, and yourself a favour, by checking it out here.

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Celareon

Nov 9, 2011

Echoes

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Helloooo. Real life can't hold me down forever. I'm back, and better than ever. So which of my peeps are doing NaNoWriMo? I've already sharpened my poking stick.

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The-Inkling

Jul 20, 2014

Happy Birthday!

We're missing you over at FFM this year. Hope things are well.

distortified

Jul 16, 2014

We miss you around, bro. Hope things are well with you.

CobraToon

Jun 23, 2013

Thanks for the llama, here's one back!

Thanks for the llama

Hey! A fellow Aussie!
G'day mate

Thanks awfully for the llama - have one back!

ShadowedAcolyte

Jul 4, 2012

Just wanted to tell you thanks and you're awesome and you are the bestest and you rock like a rock rocks and stuff.

As always. Let me know what needs what.