The Journey of Wamena (Eulis Tanti Silviani)
13 Jul 2010 Leave a Comment
in Kuliah : Short Story (Prose 1)
nes upon the time on the burning hot light sun at Wamena-Papua, there was another ‘Trigana-R’ Aero Plan (helicopter) arrived. the black man with the culture cloth stood up while he was smoking, his name is Tabuni he was a Danny (wamena’s occupation). More
DAYAK CAMP (Estu Putu Wulan Asih)
13 Jul 2010 Leave a Comment
in Kuliah : Short Story (Prose 1)
At the river shore, there wan two man waiting for people which could helped hum. But in the other situation of the river, there was a boat that brings a family, they are some person who had researched for some explanation of the dayak camp, in the boat there are selvi, the daughter of Jane and Mark, her daddy. More
Lich King’s Champion (Erlan Gunawan)
13 Jul 2010 Leave a Comment
in Kuliah : Short Story (Prose 1)
At the capital city of Lordaeron, near the ruined Palace Gardens, Archimonde’s pet dreadlords discuss their current plans for the scourge.
“It’s been months since we last heard from Lord Archimonde. I grow tired of watching over these rotting undead ! What are we still doing here ?”Detheroc (one of three Dreadlords) said.
“We were charge with overseeing this land, Detheroc. It is our duty to remain here and ensure that the Scourge is ready for action.” Balnazzar (one elder of three dreadlords) said. More
An Arrow (Didik Santoso)
13 Jul 2010 Leave a Comment
in Kuliah : Short Story (Prose 1)
He has not appear in such a long time. Since He left her home, He had not given information about Himself. Only a news from newspaper informed that He was hunted person, the big game. More
Dayak Camp (Diah Ismularsih)
13 Jul 2010 Leave a Comment
in Kuliah : Short Story (Prose 1)
At the lake, there was some rowboat that drawn up. The seen two Dayak stood waiting to someone. Kevin and his father got in the stern of the boat and the Dayak shoved and one of them got in to row. Uncle John sat in the stern of the camp rowboat. The young Dayak shoved the camp boat off and got in to row uncle john. More
The Black Veil (Devi Astriyanti Nur-Atni)
13 Jul 2010 Leave a Comment
in Kuliah : Short Story (Prose 1)
It is a story of me myself. It is about a change in my life because of a girl, a mysterious girl. I hadn’t father since I was born and my mother was a maid in the foundation of orphans. I had many friends and most of them are the orphans of course. I grew with them and became a person who really cares the orphans. My mother’s master didn’t have a child s that they really dear and love me moreover after I also became an orphan. More
The Symbol of Happening (Desti Laela Setiawati)
13 Jul 2010 Leave a Comment
in Kuliah : Short Story (Prose 1)
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The society in Rouse village believes in dream, which was always has a meaning. Dream was symbol, symbol of the happen in life. Sometimes, we know that dream was just a slept flower, it just decoration our slept. More
The Football Experience (Dede Yusuf Romdhoni)
13 Jul 2010 Leave a Comment
in Kuliah : Short Story (Prose 1)
In the beginning, there was football. The official said, Let the stadium lights come on, and they came on. The football players came onto the field, and they saw the light was good. Other teams started to show up and practice on the battle ground, otherwise known as the “playing field.” Fans shouted, and cheerleaders went on about their playful acts. Parents, brothers, sisters, and close friends all piled into the stands to see the game of the year. The official stepped out onto the moist grass at Siliwangi Stadium, in Bandung. The time was seven o’clock p.m. on a Thursday night. More
The Black Line (Aulia Rahman)
13 Jul 2010 Leave a Comment
in Kuliah : Short Story (Prose 1)
In my greatest dream, I think how the life can show me the power of elements of the world where I live since I come from my unconsciousness. I leave everything in my past when I feel the very crowded place in my hometown cannot be one part of my world which I want to be there. When I feel so tired with my condition, I ask my parent to move to the other place and live in a village at the right side of a hill behind the city. In my mind, perhaps, the people there live with the natural law which will not bind the human in the law which is made by their selves like in my dwell place before, and also make use of everything in the nature to survive. I feel so bored with the situation like a herd of fish which follow the flow of water but they also do not know where they want to go or what they want to get. My parents agree with my desire to move from there. More
The Death of Greedy Woman (Anindyanti Novita T. P.)
13 Jul 2010 Leave a Comment
in Kuliah : Short Story (Prose 1)
That girl set down there with a knife in her left hand, her eyes looked the emptiness that given by night. No one beside her, she was alone. The winds blow and play her hairs like grass in the hill. The left hand still holds a knife moved slowly, like that hand’s felt ragu to move that knife into her body. The night hidden her face, but it still showed her tears right down from her eyes. While she cried she looked the emptiness, nothing. But she still looked there, imagined, and she moved her self into Trans world, she was alone… More
