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Rayhan Hidayat

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Court-esy and Netiquette

Weekly Contest #54

I wish Adrian would stop hurling meteors in my general direction.  “Jesus fucking Christ,” I yell across the court once I’ve confirmed I’m in no risk of being vaporized. “Take a chill pill, man. You’re not at a tournament!” Adrian’s smirk bounds over the net to give a condescending pat on my cheek. “Oh, stop being such a wuss.” He winds up—the dreaded neon-yellow fuzzball leaving his fingers to enter the space above his head, his entire frame bending like a pool noodle, his index finger pointing up as if that will help somehow— —befo...

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Shell

Weekly Contest #53

“A person is happy not when they are fortunate, or healthy, or privileged, but when they are these things moreso than others. That is why the Warrins are, without a modicum of uncertainty, the happiest people in the realm.” —Lue, Royal Advisor, Year 14XXShe sits on a moonlit windowsill, pinned there by the weight of an invisible crown.Generations upon generations of discipline and tradition and cold-eyed duty to the realm have been poured into the tiny thing, and her shoulders howl under the pressure.God, it’s heavy.So heavy that it mak...

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Suits Your Taste

Weekly Contest #52

"Come with us,” two burly men in gray suits say, grabbing you by the arm and handcuffing you. “You know what you did.”But you have no idea.In fact, this staggering absence of an idea is so profound that your bound hands continue to clutch the Sainsbury’s carrier bag. They’re bound in front, not behind, thank goodness. At this point, you are quite certain that you will make the walk home at quarter past eleven in the unnerving stillness that is the suburbs at this hour. At this point, life is as it should be, and you will meet any suggestions...

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Souperpower

Weekly Contest #51

Ava pants her lungs dry at the top of the hill. Finally. A little cottage with a mint-green roof is ahead, just like the bartender had said before he’d kicked her out for being a “minor,” whatever that means.“Come back in six years,” he’d said with a warm twinkle in his eyes, “and your first Scotch will be on the house, I promise.”Ava reckons that six years is an awful long time to wait for a free drink, so she’d pulled out her notepad and scrawled a reminder to visit the pub when she turns eighteen. Her big sister once said that the only st...

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Maid For You

Weekly Contest #50

I am busy watering the orchids when the Young Mistress’ wails reach my ears.I turn off the water—a special blend containing plant food, because even the flowers in this household get to eat like royalty—and replace the hose. The garden is loved by the family, but their precious daughter moreso. A few orchids can wait.I am well aware of the child’s source of distress before I reach her, because it is the same every time. It is you. It is always you.The glowing red streaks on the Young Mistress’ arm tug at my attention, and that is when I...

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Food For Drought

Weekly Contest #49

The spearman limps into the clearing, his body weary and his mind wearier still. He’d been beckoned by the melody of rushing water, and having the stream finally blossom into view is a much-needed respite from the day’s wounds.And by Athor, what a day it’s been. The cries of men and women in their death throes still ring in the depths of his psyche, mingling with the clang of metal against metal and the aroma of spilt blood cooking under the sun. Naturally, he loves Athor as much as the next Sunseas warrior, but can’t the Lord of the Day and...

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