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Once upon a time, there's a kid laying down in his bedroom with unconcious eyes. He seems doesn't have any kind of purpose. Moreover not even ready for nothing. Or in a hard way just like an animal: eating, sleep, urinate, repeat. But thankfully it's the best way for a calm life. "Knock, knock, knock." He only lives in a haystack in a village. He onced goes to Jakarta for a better future, but nothing he found interesting. Rather united with nature for the rest of his life, living for today. "Misan, it's me, Ben." "Ahh, I'm little bit tired t...
"Wake up, wake up!" What's wrong with this sound. I paid the taxes at the right time to this worthless king. What's wrong with this place? That's the time I packed my bags and gone for a year. As an adventurer, I learned many things from this nature. Geography, star knowledge, I feel like a turtle when I want to be eagle. This time I appearing in Acre, mostly desert. Somehow Magni my coffee look alike horse managed to survive this long journey. Some people told me stories to talking with a horse like a human being; I believe so, but not this...
Zio in the other way still hanging out with several girls each country side and different cities. Experimenting some inspirations to his next books. Despite his skills in running and horsing, he also well known as an "eagle" who can climb from building to building in real flashy moments. He doesn't really care about being skilled at something, just to put some endorphine in his brain and easily to get sleepy. So it's kind of medicine to him. On the way to the Venezia, he needs some kind of different relief. It's carnavale on night time. Of c...
In Firenze back in 1476, Dominiqui brothers standing eating a potato chips below the floor. "We should get home, dude. Dad would be wonder where we're gone?" Zio and Ferd standing there just to waiting for a beautiful florentine appears, and here she is. "How about that one?" Ferd pointing. "Oh, she's hot!" "Come on, then. Go and talk to her." "Just like that? Talk about what?" "It doesn't matter. See, cousin. Most men so afraid of hot babes. And anyone who can talk to it, has advantage." "So make it as you go." Zio burping and spit a chip t...
"Man, I can't drive!" "Don't be a scare-cat man, you have your three buddies here, right Chris?" "Yeah Billy, just get your clutch and gas!" They stare at me awkward. Last time I bumped this stolen car into drunk two buddies on a bike, almost had a bumping fist with them. That's what I hate the most about traffic. No matter how smooth I was like a cat's fur, it would be ended up as it's tongue on some point. Jimmy is our quiet friend. Nothing really problematic about him. But yeah, just one thing. "Jimmy how's your pal feet man I can't help!...
It's the right summer to walking on a railroad tracks. I can't afford it to a train station. Hoboing is something I treasured about. Realizing sometimes It's the right path to stay under civilization in a way. People on woodstick castle most likely scared of a myth about the lost kid. Questioning myself about how a unhalf grown kid beating up an adult. I didn't bring my sound tape. Doesn't mean I can't afford it. Sometimes music distracted those bird sounds. Mostly one or two deer being found has some magic inside. Leaving me in confusion ab...
Douchebag, trashed. That's the whole words mean something about. Worth of lost, masking themselves in a crowd. Moreover, in a class, I sitting on the chair with blank sight. Someone knocking the door. Not mentioned to asking someone's there, but just a pure habit. "Hey Wil, it's you." "Jee great approaching, Jerry." "So you went to junior high?" "No, it sucks." "Why?" "You smart enough." "They won't let me in." "I even ask that to myself." "Let's get out of here." "To where?" "The woods." "So you still writting?" "No." "You joke me, right?" ...
In summer of 76, Derf and Jeff just finished their test without seeing it. Threw the paper to the dustbin. They go to the nearest forest near the road. Finding some good spots to shooting rabbit and bird. "Where's the revolver, Jeff?" Jeff showing his knife. "Jeez, Jeff. What's in your shell now, Jeff?" Jeff showing his pocket knives as well, some of them in his palm. "No gun this time. Practicing my eyes." "Who are you man, philosopher?" "No,no. We're more than that." "A killer?" "Guess." "See this." Jeff walk circle the soil, make some noi...
In summer night, here comes a boy with his stolen garbage. covering him up. There is one girl besides him, "Jandro, why you look so scared?" Violet whispers with a loud sound. "I don't know." "These times you act weird these times." "It feels hot." "Are you silly? It's clearly night. Let's see, 11:30 pm." "Don't lie to me" "Let's get out to knock sense of yours." They both walking nearly died in the bushes. "So what book you're making of now?" "Not even have any idea." You start being unproductive these times. What really happen. Tell me."...
Once upon a time in Green Palm Trees, there's a story about a masked man that easiily became a legend since ten years ago. Wearing all dark clothes without spesific color on it. Some of them believe, some of them even make joke about him. Even asked if he's truly human male. In a coffe shop in 1900, two people talking to each other about it. "Nothing could be that true partner. I heard another story about stuff like that, ended up as a joke. Anyone believe that kind of thing, ended up as a joke itself." "I guess so." They walking away with...
"Sooner we can attack hiim. Sooner we can sleep." Yes, that's what they said when it comes to Jackie the Duck. He often uses the duck mask to make children "happy" till the end of their lives. It's happen in 1524, right after the death of the mentor of brotherhood. See what you can do to him if nothing happe to him. So basically he's climbing the building without a scratch. "He must be runk while climbing." "Hahahaha." "I heard rumor that this duck keep sent the lu- I mean love letter towards legs in this city." "Quiet, he could kill you one...
In 1914, great palm trees. Easily to describe it as a blank great "beautiful" land with zero people on it. A last blood of wildwest man left with a brown dirtcoat and cowboy hat carrying his horse below his feet. A stoic teen living by himself. It's hard to differentiate between teen or middle aged men those days. Playing a banjo while the horse walk by itself, "I came from Alabama wid my banjo on my knee, I'm g'wan to Louisiana, my true love for to see, It rain'd all night the day I left The Wather it was dry, Th sun so hot I froze to dea...
Jack Marston, a former outlaw, only works one day for killed Edgar Ross to avenged his father, John Marston, on 1914. Later that day, he just living on his own without real purpose, or even to eat mangoes in Tahiti. Armed with bunch of John’s teachings and read bunch of novels that time. Obviously carried money from John, his mother Abigail, and Uncle. Remembers his suffering from Terminal Lumbago, just laughing about it. Only one day later, still 19 years old, sitting on bed in the same old house made by John, Charles, designed by uncle him...
Once upon a time,, in a random college, a wooden table with a face on it. He seems sleepy, but it seems worser than that. Sad, lonely, brokenhearted, hopeless, and toxic stoicism. No! It's not that wonderful stoicism by those wise philosopers on Greece, or any influental people in this world. It's kind of nihilism or even maybe extensial nihilism. Wandering on his own mind, try to do something with his life. Broken dreams, depressed, so he tries to distract his own feeling by doing college works. It's to tiring for regretness. Somehow he's o...
In a homeroom, round table with white or grey color stand there without interior design. Just like guard secured them by kicked all that stuff so they all flew over the place. Square place, only like 10- 15 cm, small enough for a little cafe or saloon back in 1820s. This is the regular jail. There's oldest juvie in there, around 24 years old. All of them with different skin colors with same uniform. Just like other boys dorm. The food looks like a trash, but it's wealth enough to this man. There's one tall guy, an afro walk towards him. "Lis...
Writer, planning for become few types of writting, including short stories, novel, script writer for short movie and movie.
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