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Antonius Hansel

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

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A day I Start Smoking

Until that day, I follow my own footsteps without realizing that I just follow my gut this whole year. I just like coldness. I hate the heat, even it took me five minutes before I ride my bike. "Knock, knock." "I'm taking a bath, thank you." Somehow I used to naked all the time in my room. It makes me calm which turn into an addiction. I avoid many people, but some guys confused while looking at my body. It looks like some cool guys that spent time in gym class and took scholarship from it since their grades are scum. "Who are you?" "Lorrain...

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Don't Wake The Tiger

In a small town named Bukitbersih, there is a hut where a boy spend his time in that palace. Quite calm and safe. It still early morning without a watch. But it's quite far away from public. So nothing can stop anyone for do any kind of rebellious stuff. Hunting, farming, or plant some seeds. In the other bird house where tiga sejoli playing some cards, they spend their time for hours, talking about someone to make themselves happy. "Hey man, you know that scary guy I just encounter few days ago?" A man with round glasses like to enjoy his o...

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Tiga Sejoli

Once upon a time, there's a kid laying down in his bedroom with unconcious eyes. He seems doesn't have any kind of purpose. Moreover not even ready for nothing. Or in a hard way just like an animal: eating, sleep, urinate, repeat. But thankfully it's the best way for a calm life. "Knock, knock, knock." He only lives in a haystack in a village. He onced goes to Jakarta for a better future, but nothing he found interesting. Rather united with nature for the rest of his life, living for today. "Misan, it's me, Ben." "Ahh, I'm little bit tired t...

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A girl Kidnapped

"Wake up, wake up!" What's wrong with this sound. I paid the taxes at the right time to this worthless king. What's wrong with this place? That's the time I packed my bags and gone for a year. As an adventurer, I learned many things from this nature. Geography, star knowledge, I feel like a turtle when I want to be eagle. This time I appearing in Acre, mostly desert. Somehow Magni my coffee look alike horse managed to survive this long journey. Some people told me stories to talking with a horse like a human being; I believe so, but not this...

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Freerunner Womanizer

Zio in the other way still hanging out with several girls each country side and different cities. Experimenting some inspirations to his next books. Despite his skills in running and horsing, he also well known as an "eagle" who can climb from building to building in real flashy moments. He doesn't really care about being skilled at something, just to put some endorphine in his brain and easily to get sleepy. So it's kind of medicine to him. On the way to the Venezia, he needs some kind of different relief. It's carnavale on night time. Of c...

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Five Women with Me

In Firenze back in 1476, Dominiqui brothers standing eating a potato chips below the floor. "We should get home, dude. Dad would be wonder where we're gone?" Zio and Ferd standing there just to waiting for a beautiful florentine appears, and here she is. "How about that one?" Ferd pointing. "Oh, she's hot!" "Come on, then. Go and talk to her." "Just like that? Talk about what?" "It doesn't matter. See, cousin. Most men so afraid of hot babes. And anyone who can talk to it, has advantage." "So make it as you go." Zio burping and spit a chip t...

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Grease Peasants

"Man, I can't drive!" "Don't be a scare-cat man, you have your three buddies here, right Chris?" "Yeah Billy, just get your clutch and gas!" They stare at me awkward. Last time I bumped this stolen car into drunk two buddies on a bike, almost had a bumping fist with them. That's what I hate the most about traffic. No matter how smooth I was like a cat's fur, it would be ended up as it's tongue on some point. Jimmy is our quiet friend. Nothing really problematic about him. But yeah, just one thing. "Jimmy how's your pal feet man I can't help!...

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Dead Living Body

It's the right summer to walking on a railroad tracks. I can't afford it to a train station. Hoboing is something I treasured about. Realizing sometimes It's the right path to stay under civilization in a way. People on woodstick castle most likely scared of a myth about the lost kid. Questioning myself about how a unhalf grown kid beating up an adult. I didn't bring my sound tape. Doesn't mean I can't afford it. Sometimes music distracted those bird sounds. Mostly one or two deer being found has some magic inside. Leaving me in confusion ab...

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Douchebag

Douchebag, trashed. That's the whole words mean something about. Worth of lost, masking themselves in a crowd. Moreover, in a class, I sitting on the chair with blank sight. Someone knocking the door. Not mentioned to asking someone's there, but just a pure habit. "Hey Wil, it's you." "Jee great approaching, Jerry." "So you went to junior high?" "No, it sucks." "Why?" "You smart enough." "They won't let me in." "I even ask that to myself." "Let's get out of here." "To where?" "The woods." "So you still writting?" "No." "You joke me, right?" ...

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Derf and Jeff

In summer of 76, Derf and Jeff just finished their test without seeing it. Threw the paper to the dustbin. They go to the nearest forest near the road. Finding some good spots to shooting rabbit and bird. "Where's the revolver, Jeff?" Jeff showing his knife. "Jeez, Jeff. What's in your shell now, Jeff?" Jeff showing his pocket knives as well, some of them in his palm. "No gun this time. Practicing my eyes." "Who are you man, philosopher?" "No,no. We're more than that." "A killer?" "Guess." "See this." Jeff walk circle the soil, make some noi...

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Dark Desire

In summer night, here comes a boy with his stolen garbage. covering him up. There is one girl besides him, "Jandro, why you look so scared?" Violet whispers with a loud sound. "I don't know." "These times you act weird these times." "It feels hot." "Are you silly? It's clearly night. Let's see, 11:30 pm." "Don't lie to me" "Let's get out to knock sense of yours." They both walking nearly died in the bushes. "So what book you're making of now?" "Not even have any idea." You start being unproductive these times. What really happen. Tell me."...

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Red Dead

Once upon a time in Green Palm Trees, there's a story about a masked man that easiily became a legend since ten years ago. Wearing all dark clothes without spesific color on it. Some of them believe, some of them even make joke about him. Even asked if he's truly human male. In a coffe shop in 1900, two people talking to each other about it. "Nothing could be that true partner. I heard another story about stuff like that, ended up as a joke. Anyone believe that kind of thing, ended up as a joke itself." "I guess so." They walking away with...

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Duck Man

"Sooner we can attack hiim. Sooner we can sleep." Yes, that's what they said when it comes to Jackie the Duck. He often uses the duck mask to make children "happy" till the end of their lives. It's happen in 1524, right after the death of the mentor of brotherhood. See what you can do to him if nothing happe to him. So basically he's climbing the building without a scratch. "He must be runk while climbing." "Hahahaha." "I heard rumor that this duck keep sent the lu- I mean love letter towards legs in this city." "Quiet, he could kill you one...

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Strange Man

In 1914, great palm trees. Easily to describe it as a blank great "beautiful" land with zero people on it. A last blood of wildwest man left with a brown dirtcoat and cowboy hat carrying his horse below his feet. A stoic teen living by himself. It's hard to differentiate between teen or middle aged men those days. Playing a banjo while the horse walk by itself, "I came from Alabama wid my banjo on my knee, I'm g'wan to Louisiana, my true love for to see, It rain'd all night the day I left The Wather it was dry, Th sun so hot I froze to dea...

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Secret Frontiersman

Jack Marston, a former outlaw, only works one day for killed Edgar Ross to avenged his father, John Marston, on 1914. Later that day, he just living on his own without real purpose, or even to eat mangoes in Tahiti. Armed with bunch of John’s teachings and read bunch of novels that time. Obviously carried money from John, his mother Abigail, and Uncle. Remembers his suffering from Terminal Lumbago, just laughing about it. Only one day later, still 19 years old, sitting on bed in the same old house made by John, Charles, designed by uncle him...

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