Naomi Lee

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

Stories (8)

8 Stories

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“Citrine Union” by Naomi Lee

Submitted to Contest #37

It must be here somewhere...Parting the clusters of wildflowers, her gaze darted into the spaces between them. Sea green eyes scanned the path for a glimmer of orange. Nothing... How can it just disappear? That bracelet is the only thing I have left of mom... I must find it.23-year-old artist, Selene Wilde, strolled in the woods as she did every morning. A year ago it became part of her daily routine. Sturdy trees stood tall and firm like an army of emerald sentinels watching her as she traipsed along the path in their territory. Slim, reddi...

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“The Magic of Communication ” by Naomi Lee

Submitted to Contest #34

I wouldn't have believed it, she thought to herself as she walked to her room, if it didn't happen right in front of my face. The slender girl continued walking. She was still very much in awe of what just happened.Her champagne blonde flowing locks bounced as she glided along the hallways towards her room. Slightly squinting emerald eyes were the only hint that she was thinking about it. Who could have guessed that something so simple would be the highlight of this night and probably the rest of our lives? Reaching her room, she got ready f...

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“Life's Trial” by Naomi Lee

Submitted to Contest #33

"I can't believe this is happening to me..." she said in a broken voice. "I've become nothing but useless." She couldn't find the words to express the thoughts racing through her mind. Thoughts and emotions blended into one. Uncertain and confused, she didn't know how she would live the rest of her life.Elissa slumped back on her bed. The joints on her arms and legs reduced the free-flowing movements she used to have. She felt like a puppet manipulated by the strings of a puppeteer. Pain invaded her arms and legs as it travelled from her joi...

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“I Am There” by Naomi Lee

Submitted to Contest #32

As a little boy, I always hated stormy weather. It was grey and dull and dampened my spirit. Being an active child, I loved playing outside. Storms didn't allow me to do that. I never liked doing nothing. Back then boredom was the worst thing that could ever happen to me. In my very young, boyish mind storms became my deadly enemy.Today, 72 years later, another stormy day has made its presence known. I don't hate storms now the way my younger self used to. I'm seated comfortably in my favorite armchair by the fireplace in our cozy livin...

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“A Very Rewarding Experience ” by Naomi Lee

Submitted to Contest #31

Breakfast. Work. Pick up kids. Dinner. Help with homework or projects. Sleep. Repeat.Everyday was mostly the same...So it wasn't surprising that Lisa didn't feel like doing chores and cooking dinner sometimes. Yet, being the person responsible for feeding her family, she couldn't just leave it.Today was one of those days when she felt like she didn't want to cook. Her career as a self-employed estate agent was demanding enough already. Then she had to cook when she got home after picking up the kids. Being health-conscious, she and her husba...

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“Emi's Message” by Naomi Lee

Submitted to Contest #30

Her fur was pure white. It covered her lithe, elegant body like a blanket of snow. Aquamarine eyes as clear as the ocean gazed out from her beautiful face. She had a long, graceful tail. When she purred in satisfaction her voice was a sweet melody. When she growled in anger she became a furious feline warrior. Her movements were sleek and silent. She was the beloved best friend and playmate of her young mistress.Mireia lay on her bed thinking fondly about her dearest companion, Emi. The cat was the only friend she had in the whole world. Pus...

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“An Unforgivable Treachery ” by Naomi Lee

Submitted to Contest #27

“Go on.“ The woman called out urgently as her younger son set off to do the task she gave him . “Make sure you deliver all the bread on time.” The boy carried the basket and replied impatiently. “I will, mama!”The woman continued. “Don't come back too late. I have other tasks for you!”An 11-year-old boy with chocolate brown hair and deep blue eyes, Ethan thought he was old enough to avoid being nagged by his mother anymore. He walked along the path leading from his home to the main street where he could easily get to the other houses. One of...

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“The Music Prodigy Who Didn’t Want To Be A Musician” by Naomi Lee

Submitted to Contest #26

Practice. Practice.Practice. And more practice.That was all she had to do for most of her life. Even now, her long, slender fingers moved gracefully across the keys of her beautiful ivory-white grand piano. The piano was placed in a corner of the room close to one of two large windows. Closer to the other window was an upholstered daybed. It looked very comfortable and inviting. There was a cozy fireplace too. It was built into the wall on the opposite side of the room and fit snugly as if it just belonged there. On the right side of the pia...

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Author bio

Hello. I am Naomi. My goal is to write meaningful stories and articles which give value to readers while being interesting and relatable.