Muchtar Suryawan
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Backstage
Everyone has their life figured out except for me. This is a thought I have often, especially as I continue to see my peers earn higher level degrees, find jobs in their desired fields, and achieve their dreams in various industries. I, on the other hand, have yet to find my calling.
By Muchtar Suryawan3 years ago in Journal
The Silent Extinction
It is an inconsequential day when the lonely Sun considers His worth. Within this self-reflection, He comes to understand that He was born a powerful force of nature, but still He has remained stagnant, stuck in an inhibited state while those around him have been chasing one another in an eternal game of tag, while his untapped potential has been building up.
By Muchtar Suryawan3 years ago in Fiction
The Beginnings of a Hoax
The crack in the pond, frozen over from the lowering temperatures the night before, unsettles everyone. It is almost the full diameter of the pond long, shy only a few inches from the edges, ebbing out from a hole in the center like a spiderweb, catching the fleeting attention of passer-bys.
By Muchtar Suryawan3 years ago in Fiction
Smoke, Not Blood
Rohan Bambar let out a shaky breath, drawing the collar of his jacket tighter around his neck before stuffing his hands in his pockets, clenching them in anticipation. He had been leaning against this rickety house for an hour now, watching people of all shapes and sizes enter and leave the small door frame.
By Muchtar Suryawan3 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - April 2023
Ibra(him)Top Story - April 2023
Soft fabric, fluttering in the wind - a gentle lilac covered with delicate, white flowers - crossed my vision. I froze, awed by the dancing, intricately embroidered pattern that I had felt drawn to the moment my sister was gifted it for her sixteenth birthday.
By Muchtar Suryawan3 years ago in Fiction
Autopoiesis
Inside of a barn is where my heart is. I don't mean this in a nice, nostalgic way. I'm not a farmgirl. I didn't grow up milking cows and fertilizing crops or whatever you do growing up on a farm. It seems possibly like a nice life to live, an ideal you sometimes see on screens. I know to be successful having this lifestyle, though, you must be strong, strong-willed, dedicated, durable. And me? Well, I don't even know if I have ever stepped foot into a barn before.
By Muchtar Suryawan3 years ago in Fiction
Inevitable
The scraping of stone against the hard, dry surface of the earth makes the hairs on Phoenix's arm stand up; a learned response after their base had been discovered one too many times by, luckily, only the occasional pitiful scavenger. But it was too good of a spot to give up, so they chased any strangers away with their collection of weapons used to protect Briar. They let out a breath of relief once it becomes apparent that it’s only her, coming back from a foraging expedition.
By Muchtar Suryawan3 years ago in Fiction