Gebi Sihotang

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Melting” by Gebi Sihotang

How hot it was. How horribly hot everything was. When the popsicle was melting, I knew right away that my heart was already melted. You didn’t even notice, did you?I didn’t know back then. I didn’t know that melting required a certain amount of diminishment of an essence. When this popsicle melted, it less of itself every single melt. Me? I was less of myself when I melted, too.You know what? I didn’t mind being less every single day as long as it brought "more" of “us”. And this acceptance had successfully confused me from time to time. The...

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“The Threshold” by Gebi Sihotang

Submitted to Contest #51

Today is someone's birthday. It's her birthday. It's that woman birthday along with her nonsensicality. You don’t exactly understand why you do this, but you don’t do it. You just stare your phone with such distinct dispassionate. It makes you out of love with your day and you don’t even care anymore. That silly little group blast up with unstoppable notifications. It explodes with constant rapid fire. The 'ding sound' irritates you and as it displays a numerous kind words to wish her well. Most of them are lacking in purity. They are insi...

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“Jimmy and Bobby” by Gebi Sihotang

Submitted to Contest #50

It was Sunday and it was morning. The sun hit the grass beautifully and created this somewhat vehement sensation. The birds chirped impishly as they mocked all the nearby audiences. The only audience happened to be Jimmy. He stared that view from the kitchen’s window. His headache was too much for him. He slurped his first cup of coffee, but it didn’t help to fix his problem. His scrawny figure emphasized his agitation as his headache took over almost his humanity for good. Jimmy grabbed his phone and sought some back up. "Hello? Bobby? It...

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“The Elevator” by Gebi Sihotang

Submitted to Contest #49

It's a jolt and then it stops. And it's more than enough to make their hearts stop too. There’s an invisible intensity that builds up in a matter of second. This awareness of a specific nightmare is about to come true in any given moment is more horrifying than the real nightmare. This unseen anticipation frights them and they both stare at each other. A suspicious sound is dinging from the background. It dings innocently which make the circumstances somehow worst. "It's not supposed to do that, right?" The man asks himself. "Shit." He...

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Author bio

Hello there. I am a writer and I live in Jakarta. I love to write and I try to take it "bird by bird". As Anne Lamott beautifully put: "Writing can be a pretty desperate endeavor, because it is about some of our deepest needs; our need to be visible, to be heard, our need to make sense of our lives, to wake up and grow and belong. It is no wonder if we sometimes tend to take ourselves perhaps a bit too seriously." Nevertheless, you are more than welcome give any feedback, comments, and/or criticism.