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Submitted by writers on Reedsy Prompts to our weekly writing contest. Being one of the most popular genres among the submissions to our weekly contest, the drama short stories collected below include riveting works you won’t want to miss.

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Last will?

Submitted to Contest #57

Pressing stop on the camera, Richard starts shuffling the papers together on his desk, and without looking up, tells his client, “I think I got everything I need.” “How did I do? That was fun!” exclaims his client James Kelley. In a somber tone Richard replies, “You were fine. Are you sure you want to do it this way? I have never been involved or associated with anything like this before.” Still with a smile on his face and almost laughing “Why would I care? I’ll be dead! Part of me wants be able to see their faces o...

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The Will

Submitted to Contest #57

"I wish I knew what I know now," that always seems to be the cry of the aged figure once magnificent now on his deathbed. The clock hands perform the steadfast march as he ponders the meanings of meaning. You become the therapist you needed on your deathbed. I'm no different, unfortunately, but I must concede to something: I have always found the idea of a will strange. It functions more as a consolation prize to the living than any genuine appreciation of the life of soon-to-be-dead. Who has these thoughts, you wonder? Only a man like mysel...

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What I Have Missed

Submitted to Contest #57

He's doing it again, again and again. Today he is in a blue jumpsuit. There is no day without him observing the site. The scientist never misses even a single chance of keeping an eye on his masterpiece. Before going any further, the protagonist has the urge to introduce himself to the world, well... to his surrounding. It began in the summer 2007. Bob, how he is called, was spending his break with Hilary, his beautiful but stubbornly aggresive wife. The spouse was accompanied by their adorable daughters named Jennifer and Alice, who tur...

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The last Will and Testament of Clarence Erwin Harvey

Submitted to Contest #57

The ancient leather chair creaks on its mahogany legs, carved to look like lions. The years have etched creases and cracks into the leather, but the use just makes it more comfortable. The crackling fire shoots sparks upwards, only to be snuffed out by the cold air in the chimney. Rows and rows of worn aged books line the dark wooden shelves, gold letters scratched on the bindings. The atmosphere is just as I like it: solemn, quiet, somewhat mysterious from the generations of secrets whispered in between these walls, and as always, quite con...

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The Last Word

Submitted to Contest #57

The cursor sprinted across the screen, as letters popped up one by one, like little soldiers, banding together to form the words that would be her army, guaranteeing her victory at long last; a reckoning that would shock everyone. A tiny malicious smirk creased her lips. It was a thing of beauty, perfect in its simplicity, finalizing and satisfying all legal and financial obligations flawlessly. So perfect that should anyone try to contest the document their efforts would yield nothing. Eyes sparkling with satisfaction, Vanessa skimmed over ...

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Dinner Time

Submitted to Contest #57

The late teenage girl sat there, staring at the plate of stringed beans, mashed potatoes and serenaded T-bone steak still sizzling a little from the broiler pan hissing from the kitchen’s stovetop a few feet away.    “Why are you staring at your food?” Her mother piped up, her wrist on the wooden table’s edge and poised to move so her fork would steal some lettuce leaves from her plate. “Because, Mom, I don’t want it.” The daughter sounded more like she was just slipping that out to answer because she really had something els...

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Watts going on?

Submitted to Contest #58

Ugh, I feel gross! I should get out of bed, maybe shower and eat something, but I feel like I have no energy. Have you ever felt that way? Like you've been unplugged? If I'm honest I think I have a back up generator inside me, because I've been pushing through all the storms that have come my way, but I think I am finally out of juice ya know...? Please tell me you understand, because I need to know I am not alone in this darkness. I dread turning on the bedroom light. Not even coffee could entice me from my black coma. Maybe if I share my ...

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My Eleanor

Submitted to Contest #57

The old man hunched awkwardly over his desk, the back of his head lit up by a halo of sunlight streaming through the gap in the curtains. No noise existed in that moment but his breath: shallow and ragged, his lungs feeling every one of his seventy-nine years breathing on this earth. His fingers, gnarly from years of painful arthritic suffering, loosely gripped a biro. The pen was desperate to make contact with the sheet of paper it was hovering over. It was determined to tell the old man’s story. And yet he held off, contemplating the exact...

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Jacob's Entitlement

Submitted to Contest #57

Jacob’s Entitlement I, Theodore James McQuinn III, in sound mind and body, do hereby leave all of my worldly possessions to my dear nephew Jacob Michael Jones. He is entitled to all of my monetary assets, land holdings and each and every type of collection.   Theodore took a deep breath. He looked out the window and watched a leaf fall down innocently to its death. He put aside the computer and a wave of emotions swept through him.  First there was laughter.  Just wait until Heather finds out everything is going t...

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Final Requests

Submitted to Contest #57

   “Bob, I’m sorry to leave this to you.” Barbara whispered the words slowly pausing to take shallow rasping breaths. The clear oxygen tube snaked around her lined face and off to the unit in the corner of the crowded room.     The small gray-haired man patted the hand gripping the blanket edge. “It’s OK, Barb. With this video, you have taken most of the pressure off me. It will be Sarah handling the disbursements who will get the abuse. I’m just sorry it came to this.”     “Don’t be. It...

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Truck

Submitted to Contest #57

In the whole village Arya was the sole person who had ever actually expressed her desire to leave the village in front of all the people in the village.She did that cause, as she explained much later after her speach at the independence day, "I don't have it in myself to continue to fake laugh any longer at the terribly unfunny jokes of these people". She alo said something like that in her speach too but there was too much of it for the people of the village to remember the whole thing.Arya would tell this story to anyone who would care to ...

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Bad Turkey

Submitted to Contest #57

Every year it is the same stupid thing. Being a teenage boy in a happy-go-lucky family that goes ga ga for the holidays really sucks. Most of my time I want to be left alone with my video games, but once again it is that time of year. Mom is decorating the house, dad went and got a real Christmas tree, my sister is decorating the tree and here I am waiting for it to be over. What’s worse is that we have this super annoying aunt, who thinks that she can cook like a master chef and she always insists on cooking a turkey for Christmas. The bad ...

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The Range

Submitted to Contest #57

Our backs were hot from the heat of the sun, our clothes sticking annoyingly to our slimy skin. We walked in a horizontal three feet apart; five of us holding screwdrivers and shovels and tramping through the hot, stinking mud. It was the Fourth of July, and we could hear the carnival music from next door. We could smell the funnel cakes and the hot dogs and could see the lights on the top of the Ferris wheel glinting in the sun. “Why the hell do we keep putting up with this shit every year?” Ralph muttered over his full lip. He spat a blac...

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He Did Get Around

Submitted to Contest #57

                                     He Did Get Around                                        By Bob White Not sure there is ever anything funny about going to a funer...

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Crossing the Horizon

Submitted to Contest #57

“It’s OK, brother” I gently hugged the palms of his hands with those of mine. With the hand gloves, it was difficult to guess the actual feelings. But, I could see that Rick was gazing at me with the teary eyes of regrets. He wanted to express his gratitude, by all sincere means and said “A big Sorry again; but, I promise that I will never repeat such an act, in my life.” I forgave him despite of his thievery of valuables from the Arcadia Children Foundation. Actually, I decided to forgive him not because of the fact that I sponsored his bad...

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