Moh Amirullah
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**Passionate storyteller** weaving tales of love, loss, and adventure. Join me on a journey through the limitless realms of imagination.
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Ten Past Four
Ten Past Four Sergeant Ramirez swore under his breath. The bomb squad wouldn't arrive for another ten minutes, and the timer, a crude digital monstrosity blinking a malevolent red, read ten past four. Ten past four, etched into his memory like a brand. Sixty seconds. A lifetime in the bomb disposal business, but sixty seconds could be an eternity.
By Moh Amirullah2 years ago in Fiction
The Sixty-Second Miracle
Maya’s heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Sixty seconds. That’s all she had. She peeked through the grimy bus window, the pre-dawn Sumenep sky bruised with the promise of a violent sunrise. The conductor’s booming voice, a rhythmic singsong in Javanese, faded as the bus lurched to a stop. Sixty seconds to rewrite her destiny.
By Moh Amirullah2 years ago in Fiction
Turning Pages of Life
Once upon a time in a bustling city, there was a little bookstore tucked away on a quiet street, run by a woman named Maggie. She was known for her warm smile and her ability to recommend the perfect book for anyone who walked through her door. Maggie often spoke about "Turning Pages of Life" as if it was a real book. She believed that each person's life was like a story waiting to be written, with every choice and experience turning the pages to reveal a new chapter. One day, a young man named Alex wandered into Maggie's bookstore, feeling lost and unsure about his future. He struck up a conversation with Maggie, and she listened intently to his worries about making the right decisions. In response, Maggie handed him a worn, leather-bound book titled "Turning Pages of Life." She explained that it was a collection of stories from people who had faced challenges, made tough choices, and ultimately found their own paths. As Alex flipped through the pages, he read about a woman who left her corporate job to travel the world, a man who overcame his fears to pursue his passion for painting, and a student who found the courage to stand up for what she believed in. Inspired by the stories, Alex realized that his life was just another chapter waiting to be written. With newfound determination, he thanked Maggie and left the bookstore with a sense of purpose. Months later, Alex returned to the bookstore with a bright smile on his face. He shared with Maggie how the stories in "Turning Pages of Life" had encouraged him to take a leap of faith and pursue his dream of starting a community outreach program. Maggie beamed with pride, knowing that the book had helped another person find their way. From that day on, "Turning Pages of Life" became a symbol of hope and inspiration for anyone seeking guidance in their own story. And so, the little bookstore continued to be a place where people could find not just books, but also the wisdom and encouragement to turn the pages of their own lives.
By Moh Amirullah2 years ago in Fiction
The Hour Long Minute
Once upon a time, in a quirky little town, there was a legend about "The Hour Long Minute." It was said that every year, on the stroke of midnight, time would freeze for exactly one minute, but to anyone experiencing it, it felt like a whole hour had passed. Now, most folks thought it was just a tall tale, but there were a few who claimed they'd lived through it. They'd talk about how the world around them turned eerily still, and for that "minute," they had a chance to do things they'd never dared before. One guy, let's call him Sam, said he used the hour-long minute to propose to his longtime crush, and she said yes. Another lady, Mary, claimed she used that time to finally tell off her boss and quit her job to pursue her dream of becoming a baker. As the years went by, more and more people had their own hour-long minute stories to tell. Some used it to right past wrongs, others to take a leap of faith, and a few just to savor the extra time with loved ones. The legend of "The Hour Long Minute" became a symbol of hope and second chances in the town. People would gather at the town square every New Year's Eve, waiting for that magical moment when time stood still. Whether it was real or just a trick of the mind, "The Hour Long Minute" had a way of making people believe in the power of a single moment. And who knows, maybe, just maybe, it's true. Maybe, somewhere out there, time does give us a little extra nudge when we need it most.
By Moh Amirullah2 years ago in Fiction
A bit of a tortured soul
Sure thing! Here's a story about a guy named Jake who's a bit of a tortured soul: So, there's this dude, Jake, who's always got this heavy vibe about him. You know, the kind of guy who's always carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He's got this haunted look in his eyes, like he's seen things most people can't even imagine. See, Jake had a rough childhood. His parents split when he was young, and he ended up bouncing around foster homes. He never really felt like he belonged anywhere, and that left a mark on him. As he grew up, Jake struggled to find his place in the world. He drifted from job to job, never really finding something that lit a fire in him. He had this restlessness, like he was searching for something, but he didn't even know what it was. On the outside, Jake seemed like a regular guy, cracking jokes and hanging out with friends. But deep down, he was wrestling with all these demons from his past. It was like he was carrying this invisible burden that no one else could see. But then, one day, Jake stumbled into this art class. He'd never been into that kind of thing before, but there was something about the colors and the shapes that drew him in. He started painting, pouring all his emotions onto the canvas. And you know what? It was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Through his art, Jake found a way to express all the pain and turmoil he'd been holding inside. He started to find some peace, and people started to see a different side of him. Sure, he still had his moments of darkness, but there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes now. He realized that he didn't have to be defined by his past, that he could create something beautiful out of all the chaos inside him. So, Jake kept painting, and with each stroke of the brush, he chipped away at the walls he'd built around his heart. He was still a bit of a tortured soul, but now he had an outlet for all that pain. And in the end, that made all the difference for him. Hope that story hits the spot for you!
By Moh Amirullah2 years ago in Fiction
A bit of a tortured soul
Sure thing! Here's a story about a guy named Jake who's a bit of a tortured soul: So, there's this dude, Jake, who's always got this heavy vibe about him. You know, the kind of guy who's always carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He's got this haunted look in his eyes, like he's seen things most people can't even imagine. See, Jake had a rough childhood. His parents split when he was young, and he ended up bouncing around foster homes. He never really felt like he belonged anywhere, and that left a mark on him. As he grew up, Jake struggled to find his place in the world. He drifted from job to job, never really finding something that lit a fire in him. He had this restlessness, like he was searching for something, but he didn't even know what it was. On the outside, Jake seemed like a regular guy, cracking jokes and hanging out with friends. But deep down, he was wrestling with all these demons from his past. It was like he was carrying this invisible burden that no one else could see. But then, one day, Jake stumbled into this art class. He'd never been into that kind of thing before, but there was something about the colors and the shapes that drew him in. He started painting, pouring all his emotions onto the canvas. And you know what? It was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Through his art, Jake found a way to express all the pain and turmoil he'd been holding inside. He started to find some peace, and people started to see a different side of him. Sure, he still had his moments of darkness, but there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes now. He realized that he didn't have to be defined by his past, that he could create something beautiful out of all the chaos inside him. So, Jake kept painting, and with each stroke of the brush, he chipped away at the walls he'd built around his heart. He was still a bit of a tortured soul, but now he had an outlet for all that pain. And in the end, that made all the difference for him. Hope that story hits the spot for you!
By Moh Amirullah2 years ago in Fiction
