deviantART

 
:iconcelareon:

*Celareon

Overworked and underpaid
ProfileGalleryPrintsFavesJournal
About Me Premium Member Science Fiction Writer CelareonMale/Australia Recent Activity Deviant for 4 Years
2 Week Premium Membership:
Given by =molly-snicklefritz Statistics 22 Deviations
185 Comments
3,252 Pageviews
Sign up to follow this artist's work

Flash Fiction Month

Loop     I remember turning the multifaceted crystal over in my hands, its surface smooth and cool to the touch.       "Don't touch that," a voice had called out from behind me and I had turned to see who it was, but all I had seen was a mane of grey hair before I had vanished. That is to say, I hadn't vanished from history, rather, I had merely changed places in history. I was cruelly separated from my family and friends by decades. And now thirty years later I'm back, to try and stop myself from repeating the same mistake. Only, after all this time I can't remember exactly where exactly I w Loop
by *Celareon
Another Mission     It almost always began the same way.       Courtney sat at her desk typing away on her computer while Sebastian lounged across the settee, reading a magazine he’d balanced on his chest.  
     Jonathan slapped his hands together to get their attention. ‘Who wants to live forever?’ he asked.  
     Courtney stopped typing on her computer and glanced up at him. ‘I do,’ she said, ‘Oh hell, I know that face.’ Jonathan walked over to the refrigerator for a soda.       Se Another Mission
by *Celareon
All Alone In The MoonlightThey were gone with the wind, like dreams or a fantasy.   
I finished missing them the instant that they left.   
There were flashes of light, whispers of truth, but it wasn't the same.   
I could almost recall, but now it's all coming back. I'm getting my memory back, after living without it for eight years. All Alone In The Moonlight
by *Celareon
The Elevator Ride     They met in the elevator, like they did every morning.       ‘How well do you know Keaton?’ Eufrat asked.  
     ‘I’d like to think I know him better than most,’ Melodie said.       ‘He seems lonely.’       ‘I’d say he’s a very private person, but not lonely.’       ‘It seems like he has a lot on his mind, I wonder what he’s so worried about.’       ‘You could al The Elevator Ride
by *Celareon
That Night...     The cramps began just after what I guessed to be midnight, waking me from a restless night's sleep. Pain surged through my body, my mind numb. I tried to rise from my mattress, but fell to the ground. Spasms wracked my body and I cried out in agony. I vomited up the contents of my stomach.  I was plagued by fever, then chills, then fever again. How long I lay there I do not know. Hours, possibly. When the cramping finally ebbed and the agony lessened and unconsciousness finally began to claim me once again, I promised myself it would be the last time I ever sampled alien cuisine. That Night...
by *Celareon
Hadden Industries     'Mr Hadden, may I take this time out to thank you for your generous funding of this project.'       'You're welcome doctor. Is this the machine?'  
     'Yes it is. You see, the primary coil modulates the electrical energy, which passes through a series of inverters before its demodulated into the necessary kinetic energy.'       'Please doctor, I didn't come here for a science lecture.'       'Yes, of course.'       'Is it safe?'        Hadden Industries
by *Celareon
My entries for Flash Fiction Month. To find out more head on over to *Flash-Fic-Month.
Browse

Newest

Loop     I remember turning the multifaceted crystal over in my hands, its surface smooth and cool to the touch.       "Don't touch that," a voice had called out from behind me and I had turned to see who it was, but all I had seen was a mane of grey hair before I had vanished. That is to say, I hadn't vanished from history, rather, I had merely changed places in history. I was cruelly separated from my family and friends by decades. And now thirty years later I'm back, to try and stop myself from repeating the same mistake. Only, after all this time I can't remember exactly where exactly I w Loop
by *Celareon
Another Mission     It almost always began the same way.       Courtney sat at her desk typing away on her computer while Sebastian lounged across the settee, reading a magazine he’d balanced on his chest.  
     Jonathan slapped his hands together to get their attention. ‘Who wants to live forever?’ he asked.  
     Courtney stopped typing on her computer and glanced up at him. ‘I do,’ she said, ‘Oh hell, I know that face.’ Jonathan walked over to the refrigerator for a soda.       Se Another Mission
by *Celareon
All Alone In The MoonlightThey were gone with the wind, like dreams or a fantasy.   
I finished missing them the instant that they left.   
There were flashes of light, whispers of truth, but it wasn't the same.   
I could almost recall, but now it's all coming back. I'm getting my memory back, after living without it for eight years. All Alone In The Moonlight
by *Celareon
The Elevator Ride     They met in the elevator, like they did every morning.       ‘How well do you know Keaton?’ Eufrat asked.  
     ‘I’d like to think I know him better than most,’ Melodie said.       ‘He seems lonely.’       ‘I’d say he’s a very private person, but not lonely.’       ‘It seems like he has a lot on his mind, I wonder what he’s so worried about.’       ‘You could al The Elevator Ride
by *Celareon
That Night...     The cramps began just after what I guessed to be midnight, waking me from a restless night's sleep. Pain surged through my body, my mind numb. I tried to rise from my mattress, but fell to the ground. Spasms wracked my body and I cried out in agony. I vomited up the contents of my stomach.  I was plagued by fever, then chills, then fever again. How long I lay there I do not know. Hours, possibly. When the cramping finally ebbed and the agony lessened and unconsciousness finally began to claim me once again, I promised myself it would be the last time I ever sampled alien cuisine. That Night...
by *Celareon
Hadden Industries     'Mr Hadden, may I take this time out to thank you for your generous funding of this project.'       'You're welcome doctor. Is this the machine?'  
     'Yes it is. You see, the primary coil modulates the electrical energy, which passes through a series of inverters before its demodulated into the necessary kinetic energy.'       'Please doctor, I didn't come here for a science lecture.'       'Yes, of course.'       'Is it safe?'        Hadden Industries
by *Celareon
Browse Gallery

Random Favourites

Quetzalcoatl
by *GENZOMAN
Browse Favourites

Watchers

:iconordie: :icon2ndbloodstone: :iconshards-of-shame: :iconsalshep: :iconwingofthewindgodess: :iconsrsmith:

Visitors

Flash Fiction Month

Journal Entry: Tue Jun 30, 2009, 11:25 PM
Introducing Flash Fiction


I'm dusting off the old writing skills and participating in Flash Fiction Month. You can check out the other fantastic entries over at *Flash-Fic-Month or come and cheer on your favourite writers here on DA over at the official Flash Fiction Month Chat Room here: here.

Believe me, we could use the moral support. :D

In case you've been hiding under a rock and have no idea what flash fiction is, check out this amazing guide by our very own `SRSmith on what flash fiction is and how to write it: here.

My Entries

Day One: The Clinic
Day Two: Nightlife
Day Three: Abracadabra
Day Four: Bored
Day Five: Hadden Industries
Day Six: That Night...
Day Seven: The Elevator Ride
Day Eight: All Alone In The Moonlight
Day Nine: Another Mission
Day Ten: Loop
Day Eleven: Coming Soon

2 Comments | Previous Journal Entries
  • Mood: Sadness
  • Listening to: Lucky
  • Reading: Xenocide
  • Watching: Across the Universe
  • Eating: Pizza
  • Drinking: Coca Cola

Devious Info

  • Current Residence: Australia
  • Favourite movie: Silence of the Lambs, A Beautiful Mind & Contact
  • Favourite band or musician: Edenbridge
  • Favourite genre of music: Symphonic Metal
  • Favourite poet or writer: Dan Abnett
  • Operating System: Windows 7
  • Favourite game: BioShock
  • Tools of the Trade: Imagination and my Moleskine

Comments


*Celareon:iconCelareon: Jun 25, 2009, 7:05:21 AM
Many thanks.

--
Just your friendly Machiavellian deviant touting trouble.
~NewTechCity:iconNewTechCity: Dec 31, 2008, 1:03:55 PM
I have rewritten Wrongville, it is on my profile with the name "Black + White: Twilight Forest"

Let me know what you think.

--
I'm out of here.

This place is boring, dull, and pointless.
*chexm1x:iconchexm1x: Apr 18, 2008, 5:58:12 PM
Thanks for the :+fav:!
*Celareon:iconCelareon: Apr 20, 2008, 3:19:28 AM
You're welcome. :D

--
Just your friendly Machiavellian deviant touting trouble.
~fxEVo:iconfxEVo: Mar 28, 2008, 6:01:43 AM
Thank you for the FAV on [link] . :D

--
Adun Toridas!!!
YOU, SHALL NOT CLI...: [link]


...
Okay, whatever
*Celareon:iconCelareon: Mar 28, 2008, 4:45:24 PM
You're welcome. :D

--
Just your friendly Machiavellian deviant touting trouble.
`SRSmith:iconSRSmith: Mar 26, 2008, 12:05:36 PM
Thanks for the lit :+fav: on Vertiginous Origin.

--
365Tomorrows - A new piece of short SciFi fiction each day
^lovetodeviate : Resources for Writers
dA is for the literary arts, too.
*Celareon:iconCelareon: Mar 27, 2008, 1:06:17 AM
I'll keep :+fav:-ing them if you keep writing them. :D

--
Just your friendly Machiavellian deviant touting trouble.
`SRSmith:iconSRSmith: Mar 27, 2008, 5:14:29 AM
Deal!
:-)

--
365Tomorrows - A new piece of short SciFi fiction each day
^lovetodeviate : Resources for Writers
dA is for the literary arts, too.
~MrCharles:iconMrCharles: Jan 15, 2008, 8:23:45 PM
Hello random deviant! How are you doing today? :)

--
Mr Charles

Come ye sinners, poor and needy...
*Celareon:iconCelareon: Jan 17, 2008, 2:17:16 AM
:ahoy:

Random Deviant! Yes, I like to believe I'm quite random. And a happy marshmallow pie to you too. :D

--
Just your friendly Machiavellian deviant touting trouble.
Previous Page1234Next Page

Site Map