Anna Rajmon

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2024

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“Clash with Subconscious Phantoms” by Anna Rajmon

Submitted to Contest #271

Her wet hair fell into her face, her dilated pupils darting around the room as her rapid pulse throbbed in her throat. She sat on the bed, terrified and exhausted. Suddenly, her rapid breathing turned into sobs, the intense, unstoppable kind of crying she’d been holding in for far too long.“Why do you keep doing this to me? Why won’t you leave me alone?” she whispered between sobs. “I miss you so much!”Her dad had died three years ago, but lately, she’d been dreaming about him every night. And they weren’t the peaceful dreams where she’d see...

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“Recipe for (Self) Love” by Anna Rajmon

Submitted to Contest #270

She ran away from there as fast as she could, nervously turning the car key in the ignition, desperate to leave. The bewildered gentleman stood there, jaw dropped, at the crime scene. The engine was already purring, and the car was ready to go, but before she pressed the pedal, she called her best friend. After several long rings, she heard a shuffling noise, and Amy knew her friend was on the other end of the line. “Are you hungry?” Amy blurted out.“What makes you think I’ve got nothing to do on a Saturday evening?” came the voice on the ot...

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“Romantic debauchery” by Anna Rajmon

Submitted to Contest #269

25 September 2024Dear Old Sport,With vague intent and a spark in my heart, I reminisce about the days when I first met you. What was it that dazzled me about you? Your intellect, your intelligence, perhaps it was that Irish charm or those huge green eyes of yours? Our first date – you took me to Dún Laoghaire. We walked along the pier under the constant attacks of seagulls (God, how I despise those winged beasts). You slowly let me fall in love with you. You awakened love in me and set my heart on fire, but you never intended to return those...

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“The Weight of Lies” by Anna Rajmon

Submitted to Contest #268

Sensitive content: Infidelity, manipulation, emotional betrayal and sexual undertones. He was so used to getting away with everything - a typical seducer, player, heartbreaker, traitor, and conman. He viewed women as prey, objects to satisfy his desires. And there she was, walking towards him: a graceful stranger. Her golden mane swayed with the rhythm of her elegant stride, the wind playing with the tips of her hair, and the sway of her hips drawing attention like a magnet. He stepped towards her, ready for his next conquest.She stopped at ...

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“The Fragile Bond” by Anna Rajmon

Submitted to Contest #268

Sensitive content: Sex work and emotional conflict. Furious, hurt, and intoxicated by anger, she burst into the room. Without thinking, her gaze locked onto the woman standing by the window. “Why did you do it?” she said in an accusatory tone, glaring furiously at her mother. Her eyes were filled with rage and hatred, all of that anger just radiating from her. “You’re a selfish, disgusting witch! I wish I’d never been born.” So much hatred in such a tiny being, consumed by the need for answers. There is so much hate, driven by love. Sh...

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“The Border of the Red Choice” by Anna Rajmon

Submitted to Contest #268

The old wooden rocking chair in the corner of the room looked so cosy, almost inviting her to sit down, and she couldn’t resist. She took her favourite book, already halfway through a story that had captivated her with its gripping narrative. She settled in and looked ahead. Through the window, she saw the true essence of autumn. It was the perfect time to read in warmth, with a view of nature’s variety. Outside, colourful leaves fluttered in the air, mingling with the raindrops. She got comfortable and opened the book, eager to continue. Li...

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“Autumn Shadows” by Anna Rajmon

Submitted to Contest #267

“Everything will come to me at the right time,” she thought to herself as she pulled the warm blanket even closer around her body. The room was cold, warmed only by the heat from the fire crackling in the fireplace; the sound of the wood snapping echoed through the room. She sat in a wooden chair, watching the raindrops slide down the glass panes of the window. Outside, the wind played with the leaves, sending them wherever it pleased. “Autumn has begun,” she whispered aloud and smiled. She loved this time of year. That moment when nature be...

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Author bio

My name is Anna, and I hail from the Czech Republic. Writing is my passion—playing with words, exploring new expressions, and finding the freedom only writing offers. After publishing my debut book, I consider myself not only an author but also an illustrator with a love for dark humour, biting sarcasm, and unconventional storytelling. My first book, “ELIS”, takes readers through the shadows of Ireland’s underworld, blending wit with a darker narrative.