It's been two weeks since the festival. After she rejected Richard's proposal, Sarah couldn't get herself to even look at his general direction. He calmed her down on their way home from the beach, saying that he was okay with her saying no, but

Maybe she realised so from the moment they met, maybe, that they were not meant to be together. He was like a person who stepped out of every woman's fantasy, in the flesh, handsome, loving, and comes from money. She hated him for that. Not that he flaunted

Time stopped when Sarah saw Richard kneeling. The moment he reached into his pocket, pulled open a little black box, and revealed the beautiful ring within was a slow motion. His grin that was growing from cheek to cheek, and him mouthing 'will you marry me' was ringing

The angel did not want to resort to violence, but this insolent human was forcing his hand. The angel moved over him, glaring toward the center of his heart, the last thing holding Aranda Santoso's spirit. He held the fourth card with contempt, and read its content as

Young people were always the trouble makers. Youngsters like Aranda Santoso, only 22 years old, who dreams of the world. Tragic as it may, but death was absolute. His end was his own making. Nobody told him to sneakily get on the back of the truck bound somewhere he did

So far I've managed to force myself to stick to my target. It's a hard four days, but I can see my ideas pouring out, finally, after resorting to this byte sized story schedule. Hopefully this run can continue  It sent a jolt into the man&

The angel cocked his head. This man should have been dead already, but he was not mistaken with what he just seen. It was not uncommon to see a person refusing to accept death, but never in this mangled state. The human body was a fragile thing, a complex system

Four cards means four soul, the angel pondered. He flipped the cards from back to front, counting them again for the fourth time now, as he ruled out the name one by one. Three souls lined out behind him, all accounted for. The truck driver's body was crushed

This is pretty sad. It's been over 2 years since I started this blog, and there is nothing to come up for it. So I got to be really strict with myself. This story that's only been inside my head, I have to pour it out

2016 was a disappointing year. All of it was my fault for wasting my time on unnecessary distractions, doing little progress on what I was supposed to do. A year has passed once again, and my life hasn't changed in the slightest. That book I've been