Naya Putryansyah

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2023

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“A Time Of Crime..” by Naya Putryansyah

*murder warning and graphic descriptions*  #2 Flashback of part one: I turned to Detective Sophie, ''Wow, Detective...'' She shook her head, ''Please, just call me Sophie.'' I nodded, ''Look, Sophie, we've got to go to the hospital now and go to the corpse room. We've got to give Robert a chance at giving Father an autopsy before he is buried.'' Sophie nodded her agreement and we exit...

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“A Time Of Crime.” by Naya Putryansyah

*murder warning and graphic descriptions*#1My phone rang in the middle of the night, and I awoke.I blinked my eyes open and stretched my hands upwards, grappling around for my phone.I finally found it and saw that Mother was calling me. My insides lurched; what happened?I answered, ''Yes, Mother?'' She gulped on the other side of the line, ''Dad's gone.'' I felt my face go white with fear, and I grasped the phone tighter.''What?'' I replied, m...

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“A Night in Paris, segment two.” by Naya Putryansyah

Segment two, what will happen? do you have a clue?Segment one flashback:---Tears of happiness flowed down my face. "Charlotte, you're the best. I knew from the moment I met you, you're the one. Will you accept me as your forever partner in life and marry me?"I answered without a doubt, "Yes!! Jamie, yes!!" He slipped the ring on my finger and he kissed my lips for the very first time since the day we met.---I kissed him back, but it was short and we broke apart, then we looked a...

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“A Night in Paris, segment one.” by Naya Putryansyah

Segment one, 50% done.I was walking down the college corridors and suddenly a boy blocked my way.I smiled playfully, then I tried to go through him. He won't let me. "Hi. I'm Charlotte." I said, holding my hand out, I was quite a bold girl. The boy replied, "Hello Charlotte, I'm James." His voice was thick with a French accent."Es-tu français James?," I asked, he smiled, "Je m'appelle mademoiselle, comment peux-tu parler français si couramment?" I said, "I take lessons, James."<...

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“The House of Mirrors” by Naya Putryansyah

I grasped my sister's hand as she pulled me to the House of Mirrors.I have an opposed feeling towards mirrors, but I'm not really sure if it's trauma or a phobia, but I hated them.When I was 6 years old, my brother, who was great at drawing, drew a big, scary, smiling clown with teeth bared, a circular, red nose, and blue hair on my bedroom mirror with colourful Sharpies.I woke up, and per my routine, strolled casually to the mirror, wanting to look at my reflection first thing in the ...

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“-Afterlife-” by Naya Putryansyah

*WARNING: NOT FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE AFRAID OF DEATH~!!*I am Lilly, and I'm 11 years old, and my best friend is Mary.I walked to school one morning, happily skipping on the sidewalk. And of course, at the school entrance, I bumped into, who else, but Mary. Now, let's talk about her, Mary, and her abnormal, perfectly strange, tastes.First, she's one week younger than me, cause my birthday is March 15 and she's March 22.Se...

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“F-R-I-E-N-D-S ” by Naya Putryansyah

"Hi Robert, wanna hang out?"That was the text I sent him, three days ago, and he replied to it more or less like this:"Hey, sure. Where? I'm free on Monday, 4:30 P.M. Location, up to you... There's also something I wanna tell you."And I replied to his reply:"Sorry, just say ur text. My place, for our rendezvous?"And he said:"Yea sure, see you there and then!"Today's Monday, and I have somet...

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“Inspiration and Love.” by Naya Putryansyah

In the heart of a sprawling forest, where ancient trees loomed tall and their branches whispered secrets to the wind, lived a young woman named Elara. She was an artist with an insatiable curiosity, always seeking inspiration in the beauty of the natural world that surrounded her. One fine morning, with her sketchbook and pencils in hand, Elara decided to venture deeper into the forest than she had ever gone before. ...

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“That One Loss.” by Naya Putryansyah

The air was cool and crisp as Briar stepped out of her weathered sedan and onto the gravel forecourt of a rustic gas station. The sun had begun its descent, casting a warm golden hue over the landscape. Briar stretched her arms above her head, her tired muscles protesting after hours of driving. She had been on the road for what felt like an eternity, a lone traveler in search of something she couldn't quite articulate.<...

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“9 Steps to Get Out of a Car Kidnapping.” by Naya Putryansyah

I was driving down Sunset Street and I was so full of my mother's vegatarian lasagna and was already thinking of getting extra cozy in my small bed. Abruptly, I saw a pair of headlights in the rear view mirror, I usually brush it off as another person trying to get home too. But, after I made a few turns it was still behind me. I was starting to feel anxious, it seemed like that car was fo...

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“Framily (Friends but family.)” by Naya Putryansyah

2018. It was all rainbows and unicorns. My life, was all I ever wanted; I had good money, good family, good friends, good everything, until... 2019. I went down. 2023. Hi I'm Nataly, and I'm 24. My full name is, Nataly Briar. This is a story that will tell you something that happened 4 years ago. ...

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“1 step forward, 3 steps back.” by Naya Putryansyah

"CUT!!" My director said as he waved his hands madly at me, I smiled and thought I had done a good job, until, I saw the director's face. Ugh. Wrong again. 1 step forward, 3 steps back. Well, at least I tried, I said to myself as I smiled at the thought of how hard I worked for this position and now that I am in this position, well, it's complicated. 1 step forward...

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“That One Cabin.” by Naya Putryansyah

Once upon a time, in a small town nestled deep within the heart of a dense forest, there lived a young girl named Emily. She was known for her adventurous spirit and curiosity that often led her to explore the mysterious woods surrounding her home. One sunny afternoon, as Emily ventured further into the forest than she had ever gone before, she stumbled upon an old abandoned cabin hidden amongst the towering trees. <...

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“That One Sacrifice.” by Naya Putryansyah

Every, single, individuallly individual, day, I sacrifice myself for some else's sake, for reference,Mondays:I sacrifice my sleep to wake up at 5 AM, and write stories so that, one day, I'll be a famous author like J.K. Rowling, Sir Arthur Conan Dyle, and Enyd Blyton. Then, I help with the school my Mother owns, not for money, but for love, not for the teachers, (except one), but for spending time with the kids I love. In short, I sacrifice my time and rest on Mondays. :)Tuesdays:I sacrifi...

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“That One Crime.” by Naya Putryansyah

At 11:00 P.M., Monday, March 19. I was sitting across a table, facing two high-school girls, not as a father looking at his precious daughters with a loving face, but as a police inspector looking at two murderers with a hard, stern face. "Why did you kill your father by hammering a spike into his head?" I said, the younger one, Hanna, answered first, "We didn't mean to." in a most appealing voice, though...

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hi, i'm naya and i'm 12 years old. i'm a writer and i play guitar, so ig i'm a guitarist too? thanks for being here! :)