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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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Taken for granted

Submitted to Contest #57

There was something in the wind that told her it was time. She sat down on a white wicker chair out in her beloved garden and began to think. The smell of Jasmine wafted through the air and she remembered her beloved husband holding her hand and strolling along through the neighbourhood on sultry summer afternoons. She smiled, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before she would see his handsome face and she wondered whether he would be the same as when she last saw him, or whether or not he would be his younger handsome self. She pondered the ...

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Righting a wrong

Submitted to Contest #57

“America in the 1980s seemed to belong to conservatism, materialism and consumerism – people liked routines, loved their flashy cars and brand-name preppy clothes and enjoyed spending money. It was also an age when big movies started hitting the screen, and music videos were introduced thanks to cable network stations, like MTV,” Jillian Smith stopped next to her podium, and made a dramatic turn, and went into a dance pose with one leg slung on her desk.She looked back at her 35 students – all college freshmen – and started to laugh. Her lit...

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Forward In Time

Submitted to Contest #57

 Kelsey Rose Brown didn't like being around her crazy uncle, let alone him and her cousin Alex. Her parents were moving but they didn't want her to be in the way, so she was forced to go live with them. Alex was super annoying. He was a year older than her, making him 16. When she arrived at their house, no one answered the door. She knocked twice more and decided to just push open the door. “Hello Brown” groaned Alex. “Oh shut up” Kelsey replied. “Whatever. Your room is downstairs in the basement” he continued “Also, don't go into ...

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A Day Of Dishonor

Submitted to Contest #57

The bells sounded in the distance, the loud metal clang echoed through the town like a bomb on a battlefield. Those bells were not played as they usually were, normally it is to signify the beginning of a time of worship to the Gods, to give thanks for their blessings. I always adored the sound of the bells, they were beautiful and always brought such joy to my ears as I listened to that sweet music, now I wanted to rip them out of the high tower they play from and silence them for good. Instead of the joy, they have always preached, it’s ec...

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When My Words Failed to Reach Him

Submitted to Contest #57

“. . .that all my assets will be handed over to my parents for management after such circumstances,” I muttered, pronouncing each word and committing it to my memory, before signing above the dotted line.  “Thank you, Donna. This is my reason to hold on living amid the plague. Now I can rest easy knowing that they’ll be taken care of after I die, regardless of some prying hands,” I nodded to my lawyer. All was said and done. The final act of love was to ensure the bereaved continue receiving your attention despite your death. For me, ...

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Mistaken Identity

Submitted to Contest #57

The day began like any other. Brian Powers woke up to the chatter of his alarm clock radio, with the usual DJ blabbering the usual nonsensical celebrity gossip the public so desperately craved. In an obnoxious voice made for radio, the DJ announced the latest blockbuster starring none other than superstar Brian Po… “That’s enough gossip for one day,” Brian muttered as he rubbed his eyes and shuffled to the bathroom and brushed his teeth.Brian left his ordinary apartment and entered his unremarkable car to go to his tedious office job in the ...

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Mount Rushmore, A Newspaper Article, and a 100 lbs of Butter

Submitted to Contest #57

      “Butterball!” Kenzie sneers at me as I pass her in the crowded hallway. I hold my breath and walk quicker. I hear snickering from around me and do everything in my power not to start crying.            When I reach my locker, my best friend Adelyn is waiting for me. She looks me up and down, from my sweatshirt to my combat boots.            “What?” I say.        ...

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A victor's expense

Submitted to Contest #57

Tattoos covered his bare chest, flowing from one powerful arm to the other and coating every surface in between. As he bounced back and forth the ink did little to hide his enormous muscles. Sweat dripped off them and onto the ground below, littering the mat with darkened spots. I studied him as he moved, taking note of anything that could help me during the fight. His size stood out as a defining feature. Each of my previous opponents had slightly varied in height, but none had dwarfed me like the man who then opposed me. The expressio...

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Dead and Not-So-Gone

Submitted to Contest #57

...And I’m back! Yes, I know you buried me over 15 years ago and have made peace with my passing, but I was bored. Death is dull. You just roam around haunting those who’ve wronged you. And those people died years ago. The past few years have been unbearably dreary. So, I took the first chance I found to come back to you, my children. If only you were easier to find… But first, to my dear Bill:  I loved you for so long. You and I have shared so many things; I’m surprised you’re not here with me, haunting the world. I see, as I gaze at...

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Fetch: The Will

Submitted to Contest #57

The Will I Sixty-three-year-old Gerry Clifford’s family took him home from Candlelight Ridge Care Center for an afternoon visit. Gerry’s children, thirty-three-year-old Daniel and thirty-two-year-old Amber fawned over their father. Amber attempted to trigger her father’s memories by showing him a photo album, and Daniel presented a book of articles he’d compiled about Gerry’s years performing with his band, Mainline, and the many friends he’d made along the way. “This article’s about Henry Kalmar, Da,” Daniel said. “You remember Henry, righ...

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Break a Tradition for Dream

Submitted to Contest #57

“You break our family tradition!” “Religion is not tradition, Dad,” that tall girl increased her voice by half an octave. Her tears croocked in her mother’s arms who also shed the tears without can do anything. “Religion is a belief. I want to become a dancer, and it doesn’t mean I am out of religion.” Since she heard a song danced by Gambyong’s dancer in Yogyakarta Palace 5 years ago, she believes that her dream is to become a dancer. “Dad, it’s my concern. Let me to become myself.” Ayu cried again. Her breath was gasped, she woul...

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His Will

Submitted to Contest #57

 "I, Yusha Khan, legal first son of the Khans, born on the 22nd of April hereby declare that this is my last will and testament. I hereby revoke, annul and terminate all wills, addendum and cocidils previously written by me, jointly or individually.   I also declare that I am of legal age to make this will, and that I am of sound mental stability.   In this last will, I have expressed my wishes without undue coercion, influence or duress.  To my mother, Leanna Khan, I bequeath 50% of my estates an...

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The Will of Her Will

Submitted to Contest #57

Ruth was a bitter woman - strong and determined - with a strong will… Though shrew, she appeared to be calm, mature, and collected. She was an African-American woman. She was proud and confident. But, still, she was bitter. Ruth had what most women dreamed of. She would have a husband, three children (girls), and a house (with a white picket fence.) Okay - maybe, there was no white picket fence. But, still, there was a house. Ruth was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. She had five siblings - four brothers and one sister. Her parents migr...

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The Rotten Fruit

Submitted to Contest #57

The words stared back from the ominous hard white paper in her hands. Mashika knew that her mother would say she wasn’t happy with the way she dealt with her relatives. Despite the wrong people do, you must always turn the other cheek. She had tried but she had had enough.  “Are you sure that you are doing the right thing?” Mr. Okoye, her lawyer asked. “I am saving the rest of my country men from dealing with these people,” Mashika said, “they have to learn that there’s more to life than living like it is their last day in Paradise.” ...

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You Got What You Asked For, Didn't You?

Submitted to Contest #57

Barnaby Longfellow sat at his large, polished oak desk and drew out his late father’s gold fountain pen from a drawer set just down to his right. In front of him, a notebook of the finest Basildon Bond writing paper lay flush on the desk, the brilliant white pages staring up at him, in anticipation of Barnaby’s finest cursive handwriting flowing across it. Barnaby placed his fountain pen in the freshly opened bottle of ink, pressed in the pipette and drew up the smooth, ebony liquid from within.Taking a moment, he glanced out of th...

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