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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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Hunting From the Treestand

Submitted to Contest #56

               No one was supposed to be on the roof.                The time was ten-thirty-two in the evening and Raymond yawned as he headed up the roof access stairs. He’d just woken up from a well-deserved nap. The sun was long set and the stars would push themselves through the light pollution, shining their frail light through the incandescent smog. The moon waxed in the sky, still too t...

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Meeting expectations

Submitted to Contest #56

Write a story from the different perspectives of 2 people meeting on a blind date. Kathy johnson was tired of the scene. The dating scene can be a bummer when you are past your early 20s. Was she ever going to meet prince charming. She would settle for prince anything. Right about now. Tired, all her friends were off married starting families. And being successful career women. She wanted that. You could smell the desperation like sweaty armpits after gym class. As you get older what can you do. She did not want to be an old maid. But you g...

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Last Minute

Submitted to Contest #56

“Shit!” Alex exclaimed narrowly avoiding a wave of gutter fluids inspired by the distracted taxi driver and their obnoxious yellow cab. Spending nearly three hours carefully choosing the right shirt(old faithful light blue Hawaiian button-up with pink flamingos and palm trees mingling in a fashion that said, Hey I’m fun—but thoughtful enough to choose a collar); tucked into a pair of well fitted gray pants (another favorite being comfortable and yet versatile); finished off with classic red Chuck Taylors (high-tops of course). All the though...

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The New Girl

Submitted to Contest #56

“Mom! You need to eat something!” Melanie banged on the door of her mom’s home office. “Five more minutes honey! I promise.” Melanie scoffed, and walked back to the kitchen, sitting the plate down with annoyance. Five more minutes. Ten more minutes. Give me half an hour. Six years. I promise. I promise. I promise. The echo of empty promises filled her life.Her hands shook with anger. And loneliness. No one likes you. She doesn’t want you. The thoughts were like taking a hammer to the head. She glanced warily at the bottle of prescriptio...

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Just ask

Submitted to Contest #56

”I’m leaving the subway now, just a block away!” Josephine hurried through the crowd, pushing past people on the stairs, her heart pounding in her chest as she ascended towards the clean air above. A light drizzle met her outside, but other than that the open sky felt welcoming as she drew a deep breath and felt the tension leave her body with the exhale.Normally, on a day like this, she would have kept her umbrella with her; her hair was too important not to mention expensive; but this evening she had pulled her hair back and tied it u...

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High Rising Terminal

Submitted to Contest #56

Myra could feel herself rambling, her mouth on full walkabout from her mind, “…and this used to be a really good bar anyway. I don’t know why the hell they decided to change it. Like this block needs another seven-dollar-a-cup coffee shop-“ The police officer in front of her, rubbed his eyes before rolling them, “Ma’am? That’s fine, but, y’know, try to focus. I need more detail about the driver.” Myra blinked once…twice… as details began to resolve around her – people clustered in crowds at every corner of the intersection,  the choru...

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A Chance Meeting

Submitted to Contest #56

A Chance Meeting             My mother called me “ugly” once. I was staring in the bathroom mirror for the fifteenth time, looking at my reflection, making sure that this red dress doesn’t draw attention to my ‘thunder thighs”. Yeah, right, Janneke, whom do you think you are?  Purposely pushed an annoying strand of hair behind my left ear.             “Ugly,” was the one word my loving mother u...

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Cottonwood Grove

Submitted to Contest #56

The residents of Cottonwood Grove didn't like change. They or their ancestors had lived and died in the small community by the river for over two hundred years. Occasionally a member of the population would go to college and return with a new spouse. Usually, the community accepted the spouse. Nedra attended college in the closest big city. After graduation, she returned, married to a handsome man from that city.            Everyone liked Wendell. He laughed at all th...

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The Sunshine On Your Face

Submitted to Contest #56

Trigger warning: child abuse   When you’re five years old the door to the headteacher’s office resembles more the portcullis of a Medieval castle than a worn and faded lump of wood separating you from a kindly old woman enjoying her last few months surrounded by her beloved students before embarking on a well earned retirement.   Chloe and Kirsty sat on opposite sides of the corridor,flanked by their parents,waiting to be summoned.They steadfastly refused to look at each other,but couldn’t resist a fleeting glance if they sensed th...

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Karaoke queen.

Submitted to Contest #56

  There we were, just like every other Friday night, singing our hearts out at our favorite karaoke bar. And just like every Friday night, it was the five of us. There was Ali, with her long blonde hair and steel blue eyes, Shel, with a smile that people noticed from across the room, Skylar the tallest of the bunch and the comedian, and Terry with her shiny brunette hair and sensible ways. Then there was me. I have always loved to sing, and karaoke with this crew was my favorite way to unwind at the end of a hard week. There was never a...

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what have i done?

Submitted to Contest #56

Anyone could hear the screams throughout the halls. I could feel them vibrating me along with them. These screams were screams of pure and tortured agony. Its as if the soul who screams these screams was to be taken way. Way from the world away from the people who cared about her. So, I answered her silent unending pray. It takes a lot of skill to pull someone away from the world with gentle ease. I did it again I use the gift god punished me with. I am fallen for a reason.           &nb...

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The Blood of Ancestors Past- A new mother's story

Submitted to Contest #56

Have you ever seen a tornado mix in with a hurricane? Well, being a first time mom is similar to what that looks like- at least I would imagine so. Babies are the absolute best; they smell amazing, look at you with those adorable new eyes and want nothing more than to be by your side every moment. They are by far the most magical beings on earth….so I used to always tell myself. My name is Kelsey and I am a first time mom. My son, Storm, was born only three nights ago. I have learned very quickly what it means to be a single, full time mothe...

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Getting Started on the Right Foot (title credit: Charles Stucker)

Submitted to Contest #56

(Title suggestions are welcome) “Go on, Elliot, you can do it,” his father nudged him gently on the back. The boy turned around and gave him the stern look of a ninety-year-old pensioner who refuses to take his pills. Then he sought his mother’s face, changing his expression to that of a hurt puppy. She, however, was not budging either. His last hope stood next to her husband, her hand resting on the man’s shoulder, her head nodding in silent agreement. Not a chance, love, her eyes were saying as she gave him an encouraging smile. El...

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Hireath

Submitted to Contest #56

  In my life, I have died three times.   The first time, when I was seven, I drowned. For five long minutes, my heart refused to beat as my father tirelessly beat my chest. Three ribs cracked under his heavy hands. Finally, the water emerged from my bruised lungs and lined my throat with coarse, painful salt. For the rest of my life, I would feel the sharpness of it, how the crystals grinded against each other and left me raw as I spoke.   The second time was in bed with the man I would marry, though neither of us knew that ye...

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Perception

Submitted to Contest #56

A single flake of snow fluttered down from the grey clouds above. Another one following soon after. Snow covered the city in a white blanket. More snow falling from above. It would have been a peaceful sight if not for the bustle and hustle of the city. Hurried feet rushing back and forward. Cars speeding through the streets and horns sounding. The occasional siren wailing in the distance. Everyone had somewhere to be and they were impatient to get there. The snow was an inconvenience not a beauty...

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