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Nana Lemon

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The picture of the cat

Weekly Contest #348

Brown fur. Which one would work? Lea’s fingers stroked gently over the neatly arranged coloured pencils in the box. Seeing the colours, she waited for the right feeling. A light tickling of her fingertips. A sped-up beat of her heart.Van-Dyck. Walnut. Umbra.The silver lettering shimmered under the light of her desk lamp. The half-finished cat in front of her waited for its fur. Then she felt it. The tingling.Huh? Nougat?The moment Lea fished out the pencil, she heard the footsteps. Dropping the pencil, her fingers found the light switch. Her...

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Schlaraffia

Weekly Contest #347

The digThe groans and heavy wheezing filled the humid tunnel air. Yet, it was dulled by the sticky walls, which glowed in a slimy ivory color under the light of their headlamps. Johan felt sick to his stomach, breathing in the creamy, sweet air. His steps were heavy, fighting against the gluey ground with every step. Hearing one of his men losing the fight against the nausea, Johan could taste bile in his mouth.Keep it in. You’re almost there.A tap on his shoulders made him snap around. With sudden movement his stomach protested. He had to s...

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To Mourn the Dead

The air was heavy with incense. Greg looked around as inconspicuously as possible. This wasn’t a crime scene. This was a funeral.The mourning hall in the temple was lavishly decorated. There were flower wreaths almost turning the hall in a flower shop. Religious sutras to mourn the deceased reverberated through the hall. A few people were paying respect to the family when Greg and his colleagues arrived. Only Master Andros, the Matron and Master Linden were present representing the family. While the husband was eagerly talking to one of the ...

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A cup of tea

It’s a simple white cup sitting on a cushion. A teapot is placed next to it. A faint flowery scent fills the air. Delicate pale fingers tip the empty cup’s brim.“So, what brings you here today?”The blond woman looks up from the silver service tray to the brunette who is sitting opposite her. Both wear smiles, stitched onto their faces.“Oh, I heard you were struggling with your health the last few days. I wanted to make sure you were fine. You look quite pale.”The late afternoon sun bathes the room in warm light but produces a red halo around...

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My dear daughter

Weekly Contest #347

„Don’t wrap it like this. It’ll break. You have to first take the bubble wrap. Then you wrap it in newspaper. Finally, you secure it with tape. Not too much. If it’s too tight, it’ll break as well.”Paula’s fingers worked the way her father wanted. The flat was in chaos. Empty boxes, half empty shelves, bags of garbage, bags marked for donation.How are we ever going to finish till tomorrow?“Do you think I should take this book along?”She looked up from her task, wrapping a plate which she couldn’t remember her father had ever used. Her father...

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Weekly Contest #346

There were three lamps blinking eagerly on the grey switchboard. Anabel looked over to her colleagues. They were all busy with their own calls. Wolfgang’s grumbling voice reached her despite being at the other end of the office. Drake, who was sitting in close proximity to the werewolf wasn’t bothered by the low growls. Anabel saw his lips moving too but she couldn’t make out any sound.Well, let’s just assume he’s really working.She wanted to look at Gan as well but then stopped. His melodic voice travelled over to her. Out of the corner of ...

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Three clouds in the red sky

Weekly Contest #346

“Do you know you can wish for anything? I mean … If there is a red sky with three clouds in the morning. Then your wish will come true.”Sharpening his sword, the guard didn’t look up but nodded.“Three clouds, Sven. And a red sky.”Still concentrating on his task, the silence grew and he cleared his throat. His eyes were still on the shining metal in his hands.“What exactly do you mean by that? How can there be only three clouds?”The light giggle made him smile involuntarily, but his focus didn’t waver.“Well, you count them. One – two – three....

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Next song please

Weekly Contest #346

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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