Minggu, 12 Desember 2010

Short Story: Father's Little Boy

Sabtu, 11 Desember 2010

Short Story: Please Forgive Our Sin

“He is a nice father, “sobbed a man while pretending wipes his tears with his handkerchiefs. “…And an old stingy bastard who left me nothing but the house!” silently he cursed.

Jumat, 10 Desember 2010

Short Story: Budi's Back

[ed - This entry is one of the Top 12 Popular Vote Finalists for English Language Entries & The Grand Prize Winner for the English Language Entries]

This story will end in separation. Tara felt this, as she stared at her husband’s back that night. Budi always slept with his back facing her. After he turned the light off. After they made love. Or after he finished reading. Budi said his left ribcage would hurt whenever he slept on his left, facing Tara. Two of his left ribs were broken during a basketball game when he was in high-school. They’re surely healed by now, but Budi said they still hurt whenever he slept facing left.

Kamis, 09 Desember 2010

Short Story: Black Box From Hell

I’m in hell. And he was a frequent flier.
I don’t fall in love too easily but when I do, I can get pretty intense. I never knew what he did for a living. Probably what Edward Norton did in “Fight Club” or whatever it was that George Clooney did in “Up In The Air”. Something corrupt like that. Not that I cared if he did something corrupt for a living, he was good-looking. All I knew was that he requested kosher meals, liked window seats, preferred pulp fictions over in-flight entertainment, and flew to the same destinations every once in a while: New York, Bangkok, Nairobi, Geneva, Vienna, Beirut, and Santiago. He knew me by “Femke” and I called him “Mr. Contini” until he insisted I call him “Daniel”.

Rabu, 08 Desember 2010

Short Story: Actus Dei

[ed - This entry is one of the Top 12 Popular Vote Finalists for English Language Entries]

My heart was beating fast, racing with the clock as its wands constantly tick and tock. Chill was brought to my spine as both excitement and doubt crept into my nerves. I reached my hand toward the wooden handle.
Is this even right? I told myself. There would be no turning back after this, right?
The door creaked quietly as I pulled it back, taking a step by a step on the porcelain floor. My ears captured the sound of Gregorian chants, sung in harmony by soprano and contralto. I saw petals of roses scattered on the path I was walking in, washed in pink and white. It was beautiful indeed, but my heart still would not calm down.

Selasa, 07 Desember 2010

Short Story: Flying Jaguar

People called him Jack. His carving knife was as sharp as the fangs of a jaguar.
[A jaguar did not need much water. There used to be a fresh water hole across the street. The water was sweet. It was long gone now. A pub replaced it. The water was also sweet but it intoxicating. A jaguar went to a fresh water hole at dusk to drink and to catch a prey. After drinking he would sit on a log and sharpen his claws on a piece of wood.]

Senin, 06 Desember 2010

Short Story: The Man In Front of Me

Minggu, 05 Desember 2010

Short Story: The Cherry Blossoms

“Winter is almost here..”
That is the only line she can think of when she looks through her bedroom window. The freezing cold air touches her pale skin when she stretches out her right arm through the small opening on that window. “ugh…It’ll be harsh this month…” she mumbles. Light haze coming out from her nostrils. She still remembers what has happened last month. It seemed like only yesterday.

Sabtu, 04 Desember 2010

Short Story: Alley Cats

Zipping my thin jacket I leave the goldsmith´s, provoked by the idea that anyone can afford those diamond necklaces. It is beastly cold, and the streets are teeming with Christmas-crazed shoppers.
My few errands took longer than expected. No chance of catching a bus now so I cross the square and slip down a narrow street. Now I´ll have to walk all the way home. I turn another corner, only accompanied by sleepy street lights.

Jumat, 03 Desember 2010

Short Story: The Line

“Sir, you cut the line.”
The man turned his head to me as I grabbed his hand.
“I need to see her,” he said.
I nodded. “Yes, but there are hundreds of people waiting to get in, just like you. Why don’t you go back and get in line?”
“No! She’s inside and I need to be there quickly. Please, I just need to see her for a second.”
I should admit, I liked this man. If you didn’t understand the concept of gravity, you should look at him. He had this short black hair and clear brilliant brown eyes. I liked the way his lips moved and his grey oxford shirt.

Kamis, 02 Desember 2010

Short Story: Different

As usual, Jarwo always tell a lot of stories every time he had a chance to see Kodrat. This time it’s about Lani, the girl-next-door that he had crush on.
“I’m confused, Drat. Lani’s playing hard to get. Sometimes she was extremely attentive but in other time she just acted like I didn’t exist.”

Rabu, 01 Desember 2010

Short Story: A Gorgeous Stranger

[ed - This entry is one of the Top 12 Popular Vote Finalists for English Language Entries]

Dressed in navy business attire, Jen walked into the restaurant to meet Peter for lunch. They’d been dating since he began working in the bank where she was an assistant manager. Standing tall at 180 cm, Peter looked charming with his warm smile and smart brown eyes. She wasn’t madly in love with him, but she was quite content with their relationship.