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Rayhan Hidayat

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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emotion sickness

Submitted to Contest #106

It’s not easy, asking you out. You’re fleeting, like a firefly flitting through a sticky evening, refusing to be caught. I give chase anyway because I want to open the palms of my hands one day to find you glowing there, bright and ethereal, a flame on wings.At first, I don’t know what to make of you. Your eyes are downcast when you shuffle to the front of the class, as if the floor is more interesting than the eager faces waiting to learn more about you. The teacher tells you to speak louder, to enunciate those two syllables that sound as b...

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Ragtag

Submitted to Contest #105

Morena will go crazy if she doesn’t shoot something in the next fifteen minutes. Reza is making her do lookout duty as usual, which means she has to lie on her belly under the three suns of Elios Major doing fuck all while she waits for her target to pop up. From her vantage point on the roof of a star cruiser parking garage, she has a pristine view of the compound below. Thick grey walls jut out of the earth to surround a series of squat, boxy buildings—ZenoTech Research Facilities, where Morena’s plasma rifle has been pointed at for the pa...

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bastard

Submitted to Contest #101

Bastard.It’s the first thing he hears when he comes into this world, pink-skinned and pink-gummed and dripping with pink fluids.A midwife holds him against the soft glow of an aqualamp and waits for tender eyelids to peel open. When they finally do, her smile withers away. Two syllables drip from her mouth like acid. It’s only once she presses him into her mother’s embrace, as if she can’t bear touching his flesh any longer, does he hear his own name. It should be the first thing he hears, and it’s too late.His mother’s tears stream down her...

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mie goreng

Winner of Contest #100 🏆

I’d rather be asleep.I’d rather have ignored your request at my door, small and pleading and moist with youth. I’d rather the song of your furtive feet retreating as quickly as they’d come had been a stray breeze in the night, or the cackling melody of mating geckos. I’d rather have curled deeper into the naked mattress that carves brutal shapes into my spine, because sleep is something I don’t get enough of.Yet here I am, groping for a light switch in a kitchen that I spend more time inside than my own head. Slumber clings to my face like a...

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tiny piscine heart

Submitted to Contest #99

Talia watches the sun set over a field of corpses.It’s a red sunset, rich and shimmering like the blood forming rivulets between the soot-stained uniforms at her feet. A bleeding sun casting its forlorn gaze over bleeding bodies.Bodies that Talia had danced with to the tune of swordplay not an hour ago, steel kissing steel, until hers had tasted flesh and relished it. She searches for any semblance of triumph in the colorless eyes staring back from her blade, only to find a crimson tear scurrying down its length to stain her fingers. As if h...

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there’s plenty of fish in the graveyard; there's plenty of ghosts in the sea

Shortlisted for Contest #98 ⭐️

The Winterlands at night are freezing at best and lethal at worst, so of course they’re making Leif go on a Quest during the second sort, when half of his village’s population have beards beset by icicles and the other half are nursing a frostbitten toe in front of a blazing bonfire.“You bear the gift of the Walrus Belly,” reassures Torsten as he heaves at the oars, threading their rickety little boat through frigid saltwater. By the amber luminescence of a lantern powered by whale blubber, Leif watches his companion’s breath mist into the n...

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A Sky Filled With Freckles

Submitted to Contest #95

Vivienne stands alone in a desert of blood-red sand as she watches the only person that has ever mattered drift even further out of reach.“Weird, huh?” says the face in the hologram. “It’s almost identical to the sand back home, except it’s red because of trace amounts of iron.”Red, Vivienne thinks numbly as she cradles the small metal cube projecting the hologram. Red like your hair, Fae.It’s one of many visual logs she’s uncovered, but how long ago it was recorded, or whether those who’d recorded it have survived, she has no clue. “Ju...

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Ashes Two Ashes

Submitted to Contest #94

Ash grits her teeth as the rock bites into her fingers, teasing out blood that wriggles down the cliff face in ribbons of shimmering crimson. Flecks of snow spin and dance around her on their merry way down, and she thought the cold would numb her flesh, would make the climb bearable.Idiot, she chides herself as she hauls herself up another painful inch. This was never supposed to be easy.And yet here she is anyway, bleeding herself dry in the choking darkness of the night, riding the hazy promise that at the summit, past clouds that blind h...

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Crush

Submitted to Contest #82

It’s raining when she wakes up for the first time. A gentle chanting at the cusp of her awareness, smoothing the raw edges of her mind as it whirrs into existence.She’s sitting with her back against the wall of a room brimming with lights, the same ones that will be her sun for the months to come. Two faces hover over her, uncannily similar despite the age difference, but only one will really, really matter.“C’mon,” urges the face with eyebags. “Let her scan you.”The younger face flushes red, and sounds reluctant when it locks eyes with her ...

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Uphill Battle

Submitted to Contest #80

It’s a sun-baked Sunday afternoon in a suburban neighborhood and Little Timmy is contemplating murder. He turns the water gun in his hand, inspecting the sleek plastic finish, gauging the amount of ammunition sloshing around inside. From his perch on the front porch, he scans the yard for a victim.There. A mound of dirt not a dozen paces away from where he sits.Little Timmy ambles over and points the nozzle at the earth. A string of black specks trundles by in his shadow, oblivious to the threat as they transport a cargo of bright-green leav...

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Die A Log

Submitted to Contest #76

Put your hand down.Why?Because you might get the answer wrong. And that is assuming Miss Garcia picks you out of everyone else that has got their hand up.But I know what the answer is.Is that so? What is it, then?It’s… um… forty nine.Are you sure?Uh huh. I finished memorizing my seven times tables last week, and seven times seven makes forty nine.Really? Are you sure seven times seven doesn’t make fifty six? Or was it forty two?No, it’s forty nine. I think. Um… I’m not so sure now.Of course you’re not. You never were sure to begin with. Woul...

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Heart to Beat

Submitted to Contest #74

As soon as her eyes snap open to a dark ceiling and her body registers the sense of unease, she knows the Dream has begun.She climbs off the mattress and slides the bedroom door open to reveal a short stretch of hallway, dimly-lit; at the end of it is a staircase descending into the light. Any time now, the seconds will start to tick down.And I’ll only have ten.It’s a small house, and from her vantage point she takes in the sight of the open kitchen by the front hall, the only light source at this hour—unfinished dishes half-drowning in soap...

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Words of a Feather

Submitted to Contest #73

On the way home from the funeral, Diego lets his wife drive. He’s gone numb from the sight of his mother, devoured by a dusty oak coffin, descending into the earth while bowed heads shed tears into the rain. Camila studies the hollow, unblinking eyes in the rearview mirror and knows this is something far beyond her abilities. She suspects a double helping of chicken tamales, his usual foray into decadence this time of year, would be equally powerless.“Sweetness,” she signals with a smile once they’ve pulled into their driveway and the engine...

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~Uncle Dallas (collab with Orenda)

Submitted to Contest #72

author’s note: This is a collaboration with Orenda, who is as beautiful as she is chaotic. Is this story coherent and sensible? Probably not. Did we have a blast writing it? Heck yeah. So please take this with a grain of salt. 😙 It’s three in the morning when the doorbell jolts Risa lucid. Another sleepless Saturday night had prompted her to grab a tub of Ben & Jerry’s and drown her insomnia binging the entirety of Black Mirror on Netflix; she’d almost collapsed face-first onto the carpet from dehydration and enervation. She to...

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Light Yearning

Submitted to Contest #68

13/06/2096--Hey, sweet pea. Just got your message.Not sure if you’re being genuine about what a sunrise looks like from space or trying to make me jealous (if you were, you’ll be pleased to know it wasn’t in vain), but it almost makes me want to get enlisted as well. So, the sun’s white up there but yellow down here because the Earth’s atmosphere filters out the other colors? Yes, I know that’s a shameless regurgitation of what you said, but I’m not the one with a degree, or on a military base orbiting the planet.Anyway, I’ve been keeping ou...

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