Nicole Khomenko

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Free Spirit ” by Nicole Khomenko

Submitted to Contest #93

TW: Talk of anxiety She set the book aside. The blue clock standing on her bedside table flashed 2:30 am, but to her it felt like it was just morning. She felt alive at night, almost as if the moon itself stretched out a nimble hand and fed her it’s pulsing, white energy. Switching off the torch she’d used to read and putting it on the bedside table as well, her eyes slid across her window. No. You pulled the blinds across for a reason. Heavy green linen was draped across it, her desperate attempts at blocking out any m...

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“Blood Upon The Pages” by Nicole Khomenko

Submitted to Contest #91

There was a shuffle of a few pairs of feet as the remaining people left. The old, mahogany coloured door pulled it’s heavy body into the doorway, the protruding metal lock slowly sliding into place with a quiet, greasy thud. A large golden plaque hammered into the crumbling beige slabs outside signified that the birthdate of this place dated far back to almost two hundred years ago. The swift click of a light switch, one for the back of the room, and one for the front. The lights paused a minute, deciding whether or not to leave, before maki...

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“Lilac Dress” by Nicole Khomenko

Submitted to Contest #88

Lilac DressA soft breeze brings in sandalwood, black tea,sweet vanilla into the room.The soft flame of the candle falls to the side,beckoning to the cool spring,to the pink and blue and purple,and saluting the falling sun.I glance towards the dress, straps on a hanger,as the ends flutter gently with the wind.I'd dreamt of wearing that dress,feel the soft lilac on my skin and flowers entangled in my hair.I'd dreamt of it trailing round my feet,fingers grasping the cabbage hems.I'd even imagined myself living in a large cottage,light birch wal...

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“The Circus” by Nicole Khomenko

Submitted to Contest #86

A quiet jungle somewhere underneath him began to ring. He stirred in his sleep, groaning slightly as the jangle grew too loud and he was forced to shift around and lift the covers to find where it was coming from. Unsurprisingly, it was his phone, which he'd fallen asleep with in hand the night before, and the well-known jangle only meant one thing - it was time to get up. As he pulled out his phone from the tangle of blanket, it suddenly lit up and his eyes tried to focus on the blurred white lettering at the top of the screen: 'Saturday 23...

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