Artha Julie Nava

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2024

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Memories of Rain” by Artha Julie Nava

Submitted to Contest #288

Rain is my favorite thing about the seasons. I love how the droplets fall on the rooftops, dampening the tiles with a soft rhythm. They kiss the grass and trees, houses and streets, dry earth that thirsts for their touch. I also love how those droplets create a certain sensation - cool, fresh, cleansing--accompanied by the breeze that brushes against my skin, carrying the scent of damp earth and awakening a quiet longing within me. Back in high school, I and my best friend had a habit of marking the transition from the dry season to the ra...

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“The Stories in My Tea” by Artha Julie Nava

Submitted to Contest #287

Tea has always been more than just a drink for me; it's a ritual, a comfort, and a keeper of stories. Each cup I brew holds fragments of the past, reflections the present, and a glimpse into a person I've become.My relationship with tea began long before I could articulate what it truly meant to me. When I was a child, mornings in our household always began with the familiar clinking of tall glasses and the gentle hum of the kettle. My Mom would prepare hot, sweet tea for each of us, to accompany breakfast. The meal was simple yet satisfying...

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“PUSAKA” by Artha Julie Nava

Submitted to Contest #286

I am Pusaka -- a finely wrought spearhead that was forged centuries ago on the Island of Java by the hands of an Empu, a kingdom priest whose name has long been forgotten. From the moment I was created, my destiny has been tied to the hearts of men. My sharp edge was not merely for battle but for reverence. They said I carried power, that I granted victory and dominion. I began as a weapon of war, held by a great chieftain who believed I was a gift from the gods. His enemies feared me as much as they feared him. With me in his grasp, he ...

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“The Dream Interpreter” by Artha Julie Nava

Submitted to Contest #285

The sun was slowly descending, preparing to kiss the horizon. Its golden rays bathed the majestic walls of Pharaoh's palace, casting shimmering reflections across the tranquil surface of the palace pools. On most evenings, Pharaoh would stand on his balcony, savoring the splendor of the Egyptian twilight. But tonight, his gaze was distant, his expression clouded with unease. For days, Pharaoh had been tormented by strange and vivid dreams, lingering in his mind with unnerving clarity. In one, he saw seven fat, healthy cows devoured by seven...

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“The Legend” by Artha Julie Nava

Submitted to Contest #284

"I should have known better," Shem said. His voice trembling with terror. "A lion can smell humans from miles away. It waited for us - hidden, patient. Then it leaped out of the darkness."He stood before the gathered villagers. His tunic shredded, his body scarred with deep gashes. Blood had dried in ugly streaks on his skin, and his eyes darted nervously, as if the beast might reappear at any moment. The villagers huddled closer, their faces pale with fear, and their murmurs filling the air like the rustling of dead leaves. Shem's voice cra...

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“The Wind in the Willows” by Artha Julie Nava

Submitted to Contest #248

There's a certain magic that dances between the willows in Spring - a whisper that carries stories of lost loves and lingering souls. My name is Green, and this tale is mine. A confession of a love unreturned and a life unfinished. Here, in the rustle of leaves and the cool shade, I exist merely as a shadow, bound to the Earth only by the heart that beats for her - Jules. My story begins in the cluttered clamor of the New Orleans train station, where destiny first teased me with her presence. I was a boy of seven, dirty-faced from the stree...

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Author bio

I am a ghostwriter and coach with a life deeply intertwined with words. I don’t chase perfection in writing; instead, I believe it unfolds naturally through the dedication, practice, and passion I bring to every piece I create. Note: I truly appreciate every comment from my readers and make it a priority to respond individually. However, due to my busy schedule, I may sometimes be a bit late in replying. Please know that I always do my best to respond as soon as possible. If, for any reason, I haven’t replied to your comment right away, please don’t feel discouraged—I deeply value every interaction, including those here on Reedsy and across social media. Thank you for your patience and support!