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Nana Lemon

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2023

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Can you hear me?

Nana Lemon

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

Nana Lemon

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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Words in Chaos

Nana Lemon

Submitted to Contest #338

A weird but far too familiar smell hit her. Immediately followed by her son’s exclamation.“Mom! Ella pooped again!”No, not now. We are on our way out. Maybe she’s sick. No, please don’t be sick.“Mama! Mama! It’s disgusting!”Rushing over with her jeans still not buttoned, Martha tied her hair and looked at her already ready-to-go-out daughter. Bundled up in her winter jacket and her beanie almost covering her eyes, she looked up at her mother. There was an expression of relief, shame and discomfort on her face. Martha had to work hard not to ...

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