Hema Nookala

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2019

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“The Bellows” by Hema Nookala

The ground was solid. It broke beneath my fingers but didn't blow around by gusts of wind. Good. It was the perfect condition for sensor replacement. I checked the small monitor strapped around my forearm, there were 58 displaced sensors in Tarrow Fields. I could almost hear my joints groaning under the weight of the replacement sensors in the rucksack over my shoulder. If I was lucky I could get in and o...

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“Late Night Noise” by Hema Nookala

“Raise a glass!” He roared, drink sloshing over the rim of his cracked mug, “Raise a goddamned glass to this godforsaken country and their lice-ridden spawn." Teetering against his balcony railing he thrust his mug over the edge, beer spilling out onto the street below.“What else do we have to then sit here and drink ourselves silly on old alcohol and expired milk.”The Man chugged the remaining beer and refilled his mug from a bottle in his other hand.“Fuck you! You hear that! Fuuuuuuu...

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“Celestial” by Hema Nookala

There was a glint of gold between the forested green. Quick as a lark, it vanished, leaving behind nothing more than matted shades of green and brown. Melia’s eyes darted back and forth through the open window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the whispered gold wonder. The woods were known for monotonous colours, the browns mixing with the greens mixing with the blacks until the only colour was the earth. And the earth of the forest is so vast that no map nor memory can delineate each corner that twists and turns within. The forest is no pla...

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“I See You Ceiling Fan” by Hema Nookala

September 15, 2071 ‘Sleep has always been a personal failing of mine. It is not normal to stare at the ceiling for hours on end, eyes somehow not tiring of watching the white ceiling-fan overhead. The cyclic motion does not bring pause, it does not bring respite - they say counting sheep helps - you don’t know how many times I have heard that. But if the ceiling fan can’t put me to sleep, then sheep have little chance. 

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“When Will I See You” by Hema Nookala

The feelings of longing are often abated by the feelings of anticipation.Before she leaves the house she stops by her vanity, pausing for a moment to dive through the chest of drawers, in search of a still-full bottle of perfume. There are never enough occasions to justify the expense but today was occasion enough for her to dab the scent against her wrists before tossing it back into the drawer. She wanders through the house like a wraith, staking stock of the state of affairs, creating a mental checklist before she rea...

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Author bio

A city girl waiting for the day that she can commit to living on a farm, with a pen and limitless amounts of paper.