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Naya Putryansyah

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2023

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Green

Naya Putryansyah

Green was the color of my mother's vomit, from when she had a fetus in her stomach; me. It's easy to be disgusted by that, but green was also the color of the grass on which I found my first steps. Green painted the picturesque hills I saw on my first ever road trip, when I was nine. And there were about a million shades of green in your eyes, that day I met you. Never would I have dreamed that those green eyes would haunt me until now, five years later. Those precious emerald pupils that would soften upon spotting me in a crowd. You saunter...

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The Good Doctor

Naya Putryansyah

The summer winds buffet my face as it buffets the cocoa trees. The leaves swish left and right, giving the sense that the trees were moving, when, in fact, they were not. I sat cross-legged, deep in thought the way a spider would when it wants to make a complicated web. I closed my eyes and yet still saw the sun through it. Thoughts whirled like the tan desert sand with the wind in my mind. One of them stood very clear, self-centred and envious of anyone else who took its place. Even so, I tried to push it to the back so that it'll be hard f...

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Soaked with Love and Iodine

Naya Putryansyah

Let's see this prompt from a different point of view: "Start your story with someone who is willing to let go of their career just before their big break, but they didn't know it was gonna happen until it's too late." A two-worded warning from the author: Don't. Cry. Leaf after leaf after leaf. From green to orange, then bronze to red and to shrivelled up before more sprout from the trees, glistening with dew on the green veins. Daily and impeccably perfect in his work was a man about sixty. His roughly-cut beard was grey from old age, yet h...

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The September Steps

Naya Putryansyah

The clock ticked mindlessly on the wall, the persistent sound getting on Reyna's nerves by now. The page was blank in front of her, like a golden platter served with no fruit on it. The cursor blinked ceaselessly. Her fingers hovered over the board, antsy, with an itch in the veins as if it was begging to be moved. Reyna's eyelids fluttered and drooped, tingling with tiredness. The cup of warm coffee served by her gentleman of a husband sat on her desk, the colour now pale, the temperature cold. Wait, she thought. "A hot coffee," she be...

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"Tempat Akhir Menutup Mata..."

Naya Putryansyah

Crowds of sweaty people push through more throngs of others, trying to see what was happening at the front. To not rouse your curiosity and leave you hanging, let me draw a picture for you to see. A high, looming pole rose, more than five feet into the blue sky of Indonesia. Another one stood tall and mighty beside it, the same height. The dazzling sun shined down with an adequacy not seen on other days in the year. The palm trees nearby swayed with the soft, three p.m. breeze, its leaves leniently rustling with its kin. Ripe coconuts hung d...

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The Backrooms

Naya Putryansyah

I breathe heavily, walking in to door after door, the dim yellow lights absolutely not contrasting with the dim yellow walls. It's an endless maze or what? The ground is a queer shade of brown, kind of light but not too light. I guess it's a bit comforting. There is no roof, nor any visible opening in the walls, and I turn and run every time I hear an ear-splitting screech, the sound bouncing off the walls and reverberating loudly. My legs felt like lead and my head felt as if it was in a daze, a whole place covered with fog. Unseen enemies ...

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Pizza and Coke

Naya Putryansyah

Silence. It's weird since I hadn't expected it. Or maybe I did. Who knows? Anyways, it's been about two years. Two years since the car brakes screeched to a stop that was an inch too late. Two years since Dad gave me one last smile, Mum squeezed my hands tight, as if not wanting to let go. Two years since I've been turned into an orphan and spent the next of my days running away, getting caught, and yet eventually running away again. The adults were stupid to think that I'd one day get tired of the routine and stay still. I love fairytales. ...

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"La victoria de un hombre, significara la tragica caida de otro."

Naya Putryansyah

I gasped, wringing my hands as I stared at the wide-eyed victim through teary eyes. The night was dark, and the sidewalk was cement-hard, and yet I fell to my knees, bending over the body. The murderers were running away, laughing their victorious laughs, guns in their hands, blood on their skin and feeling happy with it all the while. My heart was torn in two; between thinking of running after the killers, or just laying here and calling the police while facing the fact that Dad was gone. Somewhere, something in my little heart told me that...

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Destined To Die

Naya Putryansyah

Submitted to Contest #253

The birds have left their trees, the palm trees swishing and swoshing with the heavy winds of the day. It was early morning, about eight am, which was the regular time for the workers of Indonesia to go to the office, work the whole day and come home by the afternoon. Mothers were cooking in their kitchen, in their element as they mixed vegetables and rice with a maternal patience, their smiles also greeting the bright, morning sun. The stout men said goodbye to their home-maker wives, and with a stomach full of their wife's delicious meal, ...

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"Snap Your Fingers, Honey"

Naya Putryansyah

Submitted to Contest #253

Snap your fingers, honey. Roll your eyes at the world, its inhabitants (except you) and all their stupid antics. Be the you and don't care. You have the power to: Snap your fingers, honey. · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · Night fell and with it the darkness that enveloped Charlestown, a small, rather rural village put off to the side, and the people who lived there were outcasts of the hustling, bustling city, those who longed to escape and breathe. The streets were ill-lighted, the only source of illumination of the dingy streets being the dull ...

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The Hellish Hound

Naya Putryansyah

Submitted to Contest #252

Avery's legs quickly flew right across the wide, wide plains, heavily sprinkled with the rocks that were all sharply moulded. Beads of sweat fell onto the green, grassy ground like raindrops would, and the sound of panting breaths filled the mountainside air. The dark-haired girl and her other friends were having the greatest chase of their life: a supposed dire, detrimental hell hound right behind them, its long tongue stuck out, licking the cold, harsh air outside. Neatly lining the horizon were clouds coloured orange with the setting sun,...

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Don't Get Drunk

Naya Putryansyah

Submitted to Contest #252

[TW - ALCOHOL] Tired, limping and drunken was he as he walked through the desolate streets of Ghost Village. What happened? "Ya bet I won the game!" screamed a wild man, shaking his huge mug of beer above his head, the contents swishing and sploshing out. That one phrase set the whole pub to a singing bout, all of the short whiskered men picking up the tune and warbling out random noises that were hard to discern. Among these tipsy bastards was a rather highly respected man, who had to attend a meeting the next morning at 8, in which the fat...

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The Golden Castle

Naya Putryansyah

Majestic waves slosh around the shore, the sound of it crashing onto the soft, warm sand ringing in the nearby people's ears. The royal blue of the water was illuminated by the scintillating sun shining down on it. White foam looked like whipped cream, swallowed then reappearing every now and then by the more dominant azure sea. The Golden Castle's walls stood tall and sturdy, the magical gleam of the resplendent walls shining along the sun's rays. Curious eyes stared long at the Castle, the reflected luminescence temporarily blinding the ha...

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The Library

Naya Putryansyah

Submitted to Contest #251

The library. Beth was always oh-so fond of browsing through the books, eyeing the titles on the well-worn spines and finding her smile in spite of herself. The smell of burnt wood seemed to flow through the air and into her nose, accompanied by the lingering scent of paper and ink, the two of which lay heavy in the air. It must've been something about the candles littered about, precariously placed on stacks of even more books, or maybe it's the long window that stretch from floor to ceiling, from which the outside sunshine shares its rays i...

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Just a Few Rather Tempest-tic Tears

Naya Putryansyah

Submitted to Contest #249

I banged hard in the steering wheel, furious tears spilling out as I drove off to nowhere. The tall buildings soon subsided into soft-rounded hills, beautifully yet simply decorated with those big, old oak trees. I didn't realise the beauty without, though, for there was a tempest stirring within. No one was in the car to witness my savagery of thoughts, as I ripped my dreams to pieces. The road stretched on, seemingly never-ending, into the dusky horizon. The sun sets in the distance, bursting out radiant colours of gold, peach and lemon.I ...

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