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Nana Lemon

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2023

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Next song please

It’s too quiet.The thought crosses my mind. I jolt up. The sky is still dark. Just the streetlights bathe our bedroom in a fuzzy half-darkness.Forgot to let down the blinds again.My eyes try to focus on the person next to me. The longer I stare, the easier I can see his shape. As if in answer, he lifts his arm to support his head. His sleep mask doesn’t budge. It was a birthday present worth its money.I turn around to check my phone. The display lights up. Blinding me and I squint my eyes.Ugh. 4.30.I fall back into my pillow. The blanket is ...

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Just a moment

The hissing sounds made Synthia take a step back. The dark smoke in front of her spat a green liquid in her direction. Like following a delicate dance pattern, she sidestepped and avoided the suspicious liquid with grace. Instead, it hit the pavement with a splat, followed by the sound of meat hitting a hot pan.Now, come on, I’m not the enemy here.She looked around the dark alley. They were alone. It was just her, the dark floating mass and the corpse.Shouldn’t have taken the Narrow Road today. Guess I lost my bet again.With a quick look at ...

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Stand down

Weekly Contest #345

The huge chandelier was the only sign of luxury in the king’s office. The rest of the furniture could compare to Uvel’s office in the garrison. The captain stood near the fireplace, but no fire was lit. Scanning the room without registering anything but its simplicity, his thoughts kept on spinning.Despite the cool night, he felt uncomfortably warm. The collar of his formal uniform felt too tight, and he had to fight hard not to start pacing. After a few more deep breaths the door finally opened, and the captain snapped into attention. With ...

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Just hold me

Weekly Contest #345

Staring down the empty suitcase Theodore sniffed and wiped his face with his already damp sleeve. The tears continued streaming down his face. No matter how hard he ground his teeth. No matter how much his fingernails cut into his palms. The tears didn’t want to stop. Actually, he just wanted to sit down and howl like a lone wolf. I’m just like one of them. Abandoned by my pack.But this would bring her to his room immediately. Shaking his head he felt something wet on his upper lip. Automatically, his tongue dashed out, and the salty taste ...

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First Encounter

Weekly Contest #345

- „S9 nach Hanau Hauptbahnhof, Abfahrt 5 Uhr 37, heute circa 10 Minuten später. Grund dafür ist eine Weichenstörung. Wir bitten um Entschuldigung.“The uncaring AI voice is reaching me through the music of my headset and I sigh. My German is still in its beginning stages, but I know the meaning of these words. I stomp my feet on the ground, holding back from jumping up and down to warm up a bit. Then I look around. There are only a few people on the platform. Despite the proclaimed German efficiency, they’re not a folk of early risers. At lea...

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Negotiation Skills

Weekly Contest #344

Balancing the croissant on the coffee mug, Anabel carefully made her way over the grey carpet floor to her desk. The left hand held a thermos, shaking slightly under the weight of the slippery metal bottle. Her fingers cramped.Don’t fall. Don’t fall. Just a few more steps.Her right hand fought with the far too warm handle of the mug. Sweaty fingers desperately clawed the handle to get a hold on the smooth surface. Anabel breathed in to steady her hands and steps. Her gaze focused on the carpet, which almost looked like the underpass to the t...

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One sky above me

Weekly Contest #344

The sky is blue. Incredibly blue. There is no cloud. Only the light and hopeful color. The sky doesn’t care about us.I turn away from the window and instead focus on my father and mother sitting with me at the table.“It’s an affront. How dare they treat us like this!”My father’s face is red, and I know the expression all too well. His eyes are glistening dangerously and his hands are balled into fists. My mother is staring at the pamphlet in the middle of the table. Her eyes are moving, and I know she is reading the words she can make out. U...

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Colossus

Weekly Contest #343

Like sirens followed by an electronic metal sound the song begins. I’m standing in the kitchen. Headset over the ears, knife in hand, and I move along with the rhythm of the song. I’m wearing no apron because I feel daring today. The curry cubes are ready. So is the meat, the onion and the potatoes. Everything prepared. Neatly arranged in bowls and plates in my messy kitchen. There is something driving me to start cutting, but I want to enjoy the music, so I wait. My head bobs in the rhythm and the cymbals are joining sirens.The last carrot ...

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A place to grow

Weekly Contest #343

(contains references to child abuse) The summer air was filled with the smell of cut grass drying in the sun. Rhea loved this smell as much as she loved the warm summer sun on her skin. It felt like a warm hug but without the dangerous closeness of a real person.Turning around she stopped to compare where she had come from and where she was heading to. Despite the abundance of the healthy green leaves and the strong unyielding tree trunks the forest behind her promised constraint. Whereas she was headed toward Metter. The village nearest to ...

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Temperature Drop

Weekly Contest #342

8 °CAs usual he had to first pull the door, then turn the key. When he could hear the light metal clicking noise, he would be able to push the door open. He switched on the light in the corridor. Everything was quiet when Simon opened the door to the flat. His father had said that he would be home for lunch, but the lights in all other rooms were switched off and there was no smell of cooked food in the air. Looking at the shoe shelf his parents’ shoes were missing as were Lena’s and Paula’s shoes.There might be issues with the train. Or may...

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I'll do it for you

Weekly Contest #342

Tightening his grip around the smooth metal pole, Gibb tensed the muscles in his arms and legs. Ready to jump to the middle pole with the little platform on top of it. Currently, he was on the shortest pole, approximately four meters above ground. He hadn’t reached the tiny platform on its end as the routine was to jump from the first pole to the next.The metal warmed under his hand and under the back of his knee which he had wrapped around the metal. If he waited any longer, he would start sweating. Still, he hesitated. It was the first tim...

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Once again

Weekly Contest #341

The phone vibrated and Ryo looked down to see another notification. The cold air from the aircon hit his neck, making him shiver. But compared to the unbearable heat outside, which would drench him in sweat in only minutes, he preferred the faint goosebumps. It was noon, and he knew that outside he would hear the cicadas sing their mating songs, which woke him up every morning forecasting another sweaty day.Despite the pending message he looked out the window of the train. It would depart in exactly four minutes – a certainty he enjoyed sinc...

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I want to be free

Weekly Contest #340

The light breeze ruffles the trees’ leaves and the smell of fresh summer air filled with the scent of flowers as well as dry grass and a subtle hint of moist forest floor is carried with it. A group of five is just leaving the shaded forest path and the sun shines with no clouds in sight. The sky is almost annoyingly brightly blue and the mood in the group is joyful. Their steps are light as if the bags on their backs don’t weigh a thing despite looking stuffed to the brim and their gear, weapons and shields, are nothing but decoration.A you...

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Can you hear me?

As usual everything is dark around me. The continuous ticking noise is the only company I have, and it always gives me comfort to hear it. It was the first noise I heard the moment I came to be. I don’t know how long it has been as the first times I got aware were short and there were only sounds in the beginning.It still is a strange feeling every time I start hearing and seeing my surroundings. I have discussed this with Clarissa so many times because for her it is different. Unlike me she doesn’t only have occasional episodes of awareness...

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The Silent Group

The corridor was only sparely lit and there was still a cold draft coming up the stairs. Cold air with the faint smell of snow and damp wood was carried with Mark up to the landing where he was standing, hesitating. Never having left the capital before this was his chance to prove his worth as an agent. Grabbing his suitcase tighter, he breathed out to prepare himself for the task ahead.The weak light at the wall flickered and reminded him to get off the landing and into the apartment. Pulling down the collar of his coat to appear like a you...

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