Ajeng Permata
Stories (3/0)
The Stumbling of Love in the Rainy Season
It was the kind of day where the sky couldn't decide whether to drizzle or pour. The streets glistened with the remnants of a morning shower, and the air was thick with the earthy scent of rain. Maya had always loved the rainy season, finding a peculiar comfort in the rhythmic patter of raindrops against her window. However, this particular rainy season would be etched in her memory for an entirely different reason.
By Ajeng Permata11 days ago in Fiction
A Tragic Love Story. Content Warning.
Jake and Lily met on a rainy afternoon in a small café on the corner of Maple Street. Jake, a freelance writer, was nursing a cup of black coffee and staring out the window, trying to shake off the writer’s block that had been plaguing him for weeks. Lily, a graphic designer with a penchant for quirky hats, walked in, dripping wet and grumbling about the unpredictable weather. She ordered a hot chocolate and scanned the room for a seat. The café was unusually crowded, and the only available spot was at Jake’s table.
By Ajeng Permata11 days ago in Fiction
Kuntilanak
It was a dark, humid night in a small village on the outskirts of Jakarta. The kind of night where the air feels thick, and the silence is almost deafening. The full moon hung high, casting eerie shadows through the dense forest that bordered the village. The villagers knew well to avoid the forest after sundown, for it was said to be the haunting ground of the Kuntilanak.
By Ajeng Permata12 days ago in Horror