WOMAN

A short story by  Nur Alfillail

Written in 2020 as a final project of Prose Fiction Course

English Language Education Department,

Universitas Pendidikan Ganesha

 

Is being born a woman a disaster? If so, may I die and be reborn as a man? I asked the wind, rain, night, trees, even ants who were looking for a piece of fortune from God "why should woman?". Of course you haven't forgotten in the Jahiliyah era, newborn girls who were still red were buried alive. Innocent little girls are considered a disgrace and do not deserve to live in the world.

Chase Me

A short story by  Prawoto Satryo Durakim

Written in 2020 as a final project of Prose Fiction Course

English Language Education Department,

Universitas Pendidikan Ganesha

 

What do you know about dream? Dream will come in our asleep, not all of us but sometimes or everyday it will come. Dream is a big world that we do not know how can it produce. It going to be bad or happy. It depends with our feeling, it just a statement. Dream comes to people not only the rich one, but all people can feel the dream itself. Dream sometimes make us afraid, dream has a meaning. Do you believe it? Some of you will say yes for this opinion. Dream is only a dream, your beautiful memory while asleep. There is no one can beat your dream except yourself. Do not be scary of your dream, cause you are ghosted by your dream. Accept or leave is your choice to confront your life.

The Predicament of our Monkey Brain

           

A short story by  Ketut Bayu Catur Paramahita

Written in 2020 as a final project of Prose Fiction Course

English Language Education Department,

Universitas Pendidikan Ganesha

                Average. Average is the first thing that would come to anyone’s mind when they first saw this man’s face. Curly black hair, forgettable face, generic sense of fashion. Not a single thing stood out except for the bandage in his wrist. The blood had dried, and it must have been new. It was still white and clean.

                His record wasn’t any different. It was perfectly average, too. Nothing stood out. No record of abuse, no record of criminal activity, and no noteworthy achievement, either.  He was an average man, an average student, living an average school life. About the only thing that stood out was his suicide attempt 3 days ago, and now he’s here, in my office, looking at me with that stupid half-smile.