Flash Fiction: Pull the Brake!

Rifayanti Adawiyah
180410160079

On June 19th, the sun almost set and slowly began to show its strong orange pinkish color. Ruby went outside the house wears her blue puffy-balloon-pants and black power puff girls t-shirt, matched the color effortlessly . She has a skyscraper confident level that it would be a good idea to play outside the house. She walked outside, then entered a small garage near the house to pull out the blue bike which its front basket was not there anymore. Ruby rode the bike in full excitement and was ready to go to her childhood friend’s house, six blocks away from from her old precious house. That has become her habit to ride the bike in the afternoon before the sun went down. He came out of his house expressionless, feeling dizzy and drowsy. He has no intention to stroll around the neighborhood on bike.

They were known along the Jalan PGRI neighborhood for riding the bikes in full speed. These two youngsters were competitive yet they get along really well. Both rolled the pedals in sync, strolling around the Komplek PGRI Barat in the afternoon was used to be their thing. That was how they enjoyed their afternoon time. As soon as they have finished strolling the neighborhood for three times without taking a break. These kids decided to go for the last two laps before going home, or else their parents would scold both of these youngsters. Known that both of them were ready for the last laps, a tension between these competitive kids began to rose. They were already in position, placed the bike in front of the portal of Jalan PGRI. Riders were sitting on their own two tires vehicle, glaring at each other put on a really serious face. Ruby put a quiet high expectation that she will finished the last two laps first.

These two youngsters rolled the pedals in full speed, both could steers the shifter and handlebar confidently. There was a smile drawn on her face. The feeling of excitement in enjoying their childhood was as simple as that. Gerri intended to surprise her then he just shouted out loud to Ruby’s ear while both of them riding each other’s bikes. He surpassed her and lead the mini race. It blurred out her focus. Gerri has already stopped the bike which means the last two laps has ended. Ruby went in a two times full speed to reach him, but her eager to win the race and a tiny anger was still there deep inside. Ruby was a little stumbling and out of balance until an unfortunate event happened.

Gerri saw the bike in full speed. It surprised him too, “Ruby! Pull the brake!” Gerri said. Seem like Ruby could not hear what he was saying. Totally distracted, she had not have much time to calm herself and “Brakk!”. She threw herself along with the bike, it crashed into a garage door. Her left knee was bleeding. “You were not supposed to used sandals as a brake!”. Both went back to each other’s house without words, Gerri placed the bike feeling guilty and entered his house. He could not kept his promise, so that the album photos would never be returned to her.

Word Count: 541

Photo Credit: Rifayanti Adawiyah. Jatinangor. 3 September 2018. 05:56 pm.

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Flash Fiction: Pull the Brake!

Rifayanti Adawiyah
180410160079

On June 19th, the sun almost set and slowly began to show its strong orange pinkish color. Ruby went outside the house wears her blue puffy-balloon-pants and black power puff girls t-shirt, matched the color effortlessly . She has a skyscraper confident level that it would be a good idea to play outside the house. She walked outside, then entered a small garage near the house to pull out the blue bike which its front basket was not there anymore. Ruby rode the bike in full excitement and was ready to go to her childhood friend’s house, six blocks away from from her old precious house. That has become her habit to ride the bike in the afternoon before the sun went down. He came out of his house expressionless, feeling dizzy and drowsy. He has no intention to stroll around the neighborhood on bike.

They were known along the Jalan PGRI neighborhood for riding the bikes in full speed. These two youngsters were competitive yet they get along really well. Both rolled the pedals in sync, strolling around the Komplek PGRI Barat in the afternoon was used to be their thing. That was how they enjoyed their afternoon time. As soon as they have finished strolling the neighborhood for three times without taking a break. These kids decided to go for the last two laps before going home, or else their parents would scold both of these youngsters. Known that both of them were ready for the last laps, a tension between these competitive kids began to rose. They were already in position, placed the bike in front of the portal of Jalan PGRI. Riders were sitting on their own two tires vehicle, glaring at each other put on a really serious face. Ruby put a quiet high expectation that she will finished the last two laps first.

These two youngsters rolled the pedals in full speed, both could steers the shifter and handlebar confidently. There was a smile drawn on her face. The feeling of excitement in enjoying their childhood was as simple as that. Gerri intended to surprise her then he just shouted out loud to Ruby’s ear while both of them riding each other’s bikes. He surpassed her and lead the mini race. It blurred out her focus. Gerri has already stopped the bike which means the last two laps has ended. Ruby went in a two times full speed to reach him, but her eager to win the race and a tiny anger was still there deep inside. Ruby was a little stumbling and out of balance until an unfortunate event happened.

Gerri saw the bike in full speed. It surprised him too, “Ruby! Pull the brake!” Gerri said. Seem like Ruby could not hear what he was saying. Totally distracted, she had not have much time to calm herself and “Brakk!”. She threw herself along with the bike, it crashed into a garage door. Her left knee was bleeding. “You were not supposed to used sandals as a brake!”. Both went back to each other’s house without words, Gerri placed the bike feeling guilty and entered his house. He could not kept his promise, so that the album photos would never be returned to her.

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Flash Fiction: Mikan

Nurul Putri Mariah

180410160103

There is a quite cute orange tabby cat in my neighborhood. With its mom and two other kittens. Sometimes the mom stops by at my house and begging for food to us. Our helper, Sofia, often give her foods. At a particular time, the mom brings all of her babies to my house. As usual, she meowing begging for food in front of my terrace door. I can see the 3 kittens. The mom doesn’t really care about her kids. In that day, after she eats, she just left her babies in my house. Very irresponsible act, even for cat. Before my mom trained the kittens, they poop and pee everywhere! What a mess. Such a duty to take care of them together.

The white kittens are so shy and always avoiding my family. The grey one acts so defensive and sometimes attacking Sofia when she feeds them. But the orange one was different. He has beautiful blue eyes. He’s the louder one. He’s the clingy one. He meows so loud every time he sees us, whether it’s asking for food, asking to go inside our house or even just to pet him. We started to like him and named him Mikan because his fur color are just like an orange.

There’s a time when all the loud noise suddenly missing. It’s gone, just like that, flew by the wind. I start to search for the kittens, we found the grey and the white while they were feed by our neighbor in her terrace. But we cannot find the loud orange cat. I searched for him for days. Day and night. I search for him everywhere I could think of. Me and my brother walking and walking till we sweat so much. We walk to the other block. We search in the tunnel near our house. But we get nothing.

In one afternoon, I see a car pass by in front of my house but the car shaking as it passes through a big obstacle. I’m curious, then I go outside checking the road to see what’s happening. OH MY GOD! It’s an orange kitten just like Mikan. Hit by that goddamn car! I’m so mad and broken. I can see blood coming through his mouth, ear and eyes and the blood covering most part of his body. Its break my heart so much. He such a cute little creature and he don’t deserve this. Tears won’t stop falling from my cheeks. I wish I could meet him one more time.

It’s a sunny day when I walk home from school. I’m hearing a kitten voice from the tunnel near my house, I’m following the sound and see a kitten, its just as black as a coal and full of dirt, but I think I recognize the sound, even though its a bit raspy, seems like its been used to meowing so loud asking for help but nobody noticed. He looks really awful. Fall to the tunnel, haven’t eaten, haven’t drink and struggling alone. Without further thinking I brought him to my house to clean him from the dirt. Turns out what I was thinking is true. It is Mikan with his loud voice and blue eyes! Lucky him, still have 8 other chances.

Word count: 547

Photo Credit. https://www.restedface.com/1459-orange-tabby-cat-with-blue-eyes/ . Accessed on 28 November 2018

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Flash Fiction: Mikan

Nurul Putri Mariah

180410160103

There was a quite cute orange tabby cat in my neighborhood. With its mom and two other kittens. Sometimes the mom stops by at my house and begging for food to us. Our helper, Sofia, often give her foods. At a particular time, the mom brings all of her babies to my house. As usual, she meowing begging for food in front of my terrace door. I can see the 3 kittens. The mom doesn’t really care about her kids. In that day, after she eats, she just left her babies in my house. Very irresponsible act, even for cat. Before my mom trained the kittens, they poop and pee everywhere! What a mess. Such a duty to take care of them together.

The white kittens are so shy and always avoiding my family. The grey one acts so defensive and sometimes attacking Sofia when she feeds them. But the orange one was different. He has beautiful blue eyes. He’s the louder one. He’s the clingy one. He meows so loud every time he sees us, whether it’s asking for food, asking to go inside our house or even just to pet him. We started to like him and named him Mikan because his fur color are just like an orange.

There’s a time when all the loud noise suddenly missing. It’s gone, just like that, flew by the wind. I start to search for the kittens, we found the grey and the white while they were feed by our neighbor in her terrace. But we cannot find the loud orange cat. I searched for him for days. Day and night. I search for him everywhere I could think of. Me and my brother walking and walking till we sweat so much. We walk to the other block. We search in the tunnel near our house. But we get nothing.

In one afternoon, I see a car pass by in front of my house but the car shaking as it passes through a big obstacle. I’m curious, then I go outside checking the road to see what’s happening. OH MY GOD! It’s an orange kitten just like Mikan. Hit by that goddamn car! I’m so mad and broken. I can see blood coming through his mouth, ear and eyes and the blood covering most part of his body. Its break my heart so much. He such a cute little creature and he don’t deserve this. Tears won’t stop falling from my cheeks. I wish I could meet him one more time.

It’s a sunny day when I walk home from school. I’m hearing a kitten voice from the tunnel near my house, I’m following the sound and see a kitten, its just as black as a coal and full of dirt, but I think I recognize the sound, even though its a bit raspy, seems like its been used to meowing so loud asking for help but nobody noticed. He looks really awful. Fall to the tunnel, haven’t eaten, haven’t drink and struggling alone. Without further thinking I brought him to my house to clean him from the dirt. Turns out what I was thinking is true. It is Mikan with his loud voice and blue eyes! Lucky him, still have 8 other chances.

Word count: 547

Photo Credit. https://www.restedface.com/1459-orange-tabby-cat-with-blue-eyes/ . Accessed on 28 November 2018

#Scribere2018, #Class D,

#FlashFiction

Flash Fiction: Mikan

Nurul Putri Mariah

180410160103

There was a quite cute orange tabby cat in my neighborhood. With its mom and two other kittens. Sometimes the mom stops by at my house and begging for food to us. Our helper, Sofia, often give her foods. At a particular time, the mom brings all of her babies to my house. As usual, she meowing begging for food in front of my terrace door. I can see the 3 kittens. The mom don’t really care about her kids. In that day, after she eats, she just left her babies in my house. Very irresponsible act, even for cat. Before my mom trained the kittens, they poop and pee everywhere! What a mess. Such a duty to take care of them together.

The white kittens are so shy and always avoiding my family. The grey one acts so defensive and sometimes attacking Sofia when she feeds them. But the orange one was different. He has beautiful blue eyes. He’s the louder one. He’s the clingy one. He meows so loud every time he sees us, whether it’s asking for food, asking to go inside our house or even just to pet him. We started to like him and named him Mikan because his fur color are just like an orange.

There’s a time when all the loud noise suddenly missing. It’s gone, just like that, flew by the wind. I start to search for the kittens, we found the grey and the white while they were feed by our neighbor in her terrace. But we cannot find the loud orange cat. I searched for him for days. Day and night. I search for him everywhere I could think of. Me and my brother walking and walking till we sweat so much. We walk to the other block. We search in the tunnel near our house. But we get nothing.

In one afternoon, I see a car pass by in front of my house but the car shaking as it passes through a big obstacle. I’m curious, then I go outside checking the road to see what’s happening. OH MY GOD! It’s an orange kitten just like Mikan. Hit by that goddamn car! I’m so mad and broken. I can see blood coming through his mouth, ear and eyes and the blood covering most part of his body. Its break my heart so much. He such a cute little creature and he don’t deserve this. Tears won’t stop falling from my cheeks. I wish I could meet him one more time.

It’s a sunny day when I walk home from school. I’m hearing a kitten voice from the tunnel near my house, I’m following the sound and see a kitten, its just as black as a coal and full of dirt, but I think I recognize the sound, even though its a bit raspy, seems like its been used to meowing so loud asking for help but nobody noticed. He looks really awful. Fall to the tunnel, haven’t eaten, haven’t drink and struggling alone. Without further thinking I brought him to my house to clean him from the dirt. Turns out what I was thinking is true. It is Mikan with his loud voice and blue eyes! Lucky him, still have 8 other chances.

Word count: 547

Photo Credit. https://www.restedface.com/1459-orange-tabby-cat-with-blue-eyes/ . Accessed on 28 November 2018

#Scribere2018, #Class D,

#FlashFiction