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Nana Lemon

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2023

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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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Words in Chaos

Weekly 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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