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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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quien es el amor de mi vide?

Submitted to Contest #55

Isabella saw Xiomara was walking down the aisle in her elegant wedding dress that brought out her curved hips. She made the English dress look exquisitely royal and she was longing for the touch of his mouth on her lips as the priest said to her do you take Marcus Gonzalez to be your one and only husband.  “Aaaah” Isabella screamed before realizing all to suddenly it had been a dream but still the very thought of Marcus marrying Xiomara, her high school rival, sickened her to the stomach but then if she wanted to be with him why ha...

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Squint! Do you trust me?

Submitted to Contest #55

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? What the hell is summer, anyway? It sounded like words to Germ, but the random string of sounds made no sense. Write a logarithm.  Transmit some useful information. He wondered, how can I remember something with no context? Several days ago, his friend Welt, pulled him aside. Welt spoke so quietly, Germ needed to lean in to hear. Welt whispered, “Remember it. Tell no one. Got it?” “Okay, sure. Why tell anyone? It makes no sense, why would anyone care?” Welt demonstrated an intricate handshake. ...

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The Case of Peter Davis

Submitted to Contest #55

What you know about Peter Davis is that he is a killer; well, at least he will be one. Peter has always had what most would call a chip on his shoulder. You think that this is a trait that someone can eventually grow out of. Peter never did. If you believe that someone could have a chip on their shoulder and still not be a killer. Absolutely, but this will not be the case for Peter. He showed a lack of empathy from an early age, and this was not out of lack of love or neglect from his loving parents. It was not because he was abused in any w...

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A Desolate Womb

Submitted to Contest #55

Charlie rests against the unsteady railing of the hotel’s balcony while his wife, Diane, patrols the sea’s waves from her place on a torn-up sun lounge. Diane’s ankle-length mint skirt surrounds her hips in order for the milky flesh of her legs to bronze, the first three buttons on her cream satin blouse fall unsealed to the side, allowing sunbeams to tap at her collarbones as well as the swells of her breasts. Brown, oversized, square sunglasses are propped on her nose, while French tipped toenails dig into the cushioned chair beneath her, ...

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It's Now an Open Secret*

Submitted to Contest #55

The family of Abalanze of Umuneze clan in Osisioma kingdom has been known for special powers possessed by every male child born into the family. The weird thing is, they are born crippled and either deaf or blind or born with one eye. This physical challenge never deter them not to be strong and ironically, they were seen as the strongest in the land irrespective of their physical challenges. From the first generation, it was so and as time went on, it became a concern for the people to know the secret behind their gifted powers. Abalanze is...

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Compass

Submitted to Contest #55

Some would say I got off easy. Only having to spend one weekend with my family out of every year. We were a small bunch and mom knew if we didn’t set a date, we’d never see each other. My sister, only being my twin in definition, seemed to be getting taller and paler every year. My older brother, who seemingly caught senioritis in eighth grade and hadn’t recovered since; bothered to shave this time. A pleasant surprise. Seeing mom became more and more of a chore as time went on. I loved her deeply but, with our lives already so separate, I...

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Neighborhood Watch

Submitted to Contest #55

“What the heck is going on there?” “Mrrow?” My orange tabby cat, Sputnik, nuzzles his head against my right hand and I set my coffee mug in my left hand on the kitchen counter. He isn’t much of a conversationalist, but since my husband died, it’s just the two of us. I start off most of my mornings talking to him. He’s a pretty good listener. I imagine he said something like “What, momma?” and I sway on my tiptoes to look in the dim morning light through our window over the kitchen sink. The backyard neighbor kitty-corner to us is on full...

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My Love, My Margaret

Submitted to Contest #55

You had never seen rain quite like this.It smattered against the window, hard and unrelenting. The estate was old, but the windows were new. Previous storms had smashed their predecessors. When Alexis was only eight years old, there had been a storm, not exactly like the one tonight, but uncomfortably close. She had been cooped up inside, cranky and bored. She had stared out the window, thinking “Surely this is how I will perish”. Alexis had just discovered her older sister’s Victorian novels, and had quite taken to speaking like a frag...

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A Tale of Mo

K A

Submitted to Contest #55

When I saw you that night, under those golden lights, I knew I had to have you. I watched you hold the little boy so tenderly as you sang him to sleep. I envisioned you in five years in the same position, holding a boy that looked just like me. Your voice was like a siren, luring me closer - sweet melodies that left comforting oscillations in my ears. What I felt was magnetic, the way you moved so majestic. I couldn’t contain the sensations that you stirred inside of me. You saw me then, but you turned away, and my heart grew fonder for yo...

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In the Afterlife

Submitted to Contest #55

“Okay, just count back down from 20.” the doctors told me. My vision had started to blur. I started counting back, and before I even reached 13, I was out like a light. This was a life or death situation. One wrong move and I’d be dead. My family waited outside anxiously, trying to see through the tiny glass panel on the door. You’re probably wondering what happened to me. Well, a while ago, I got into a major car accident and it messed with my brain. I’m not sure exactly what happened to me, but it wasn’t good. It was one of those situatio...

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Secret's Aren't For The Keeping

Submitted to Contest #55

“Can you keep a secret?” Alea Newman barely kept back a scoff at the question. Could she keep a secret? Everyone else seemed to think she could. Which was why she knew more secrets than all the people in town. She did not know when it had happened. But sometime in her life, she had become the unofficial secretkeeper for those around her. One day, she was trading secrets with her friends and the next, everyone —both young and old— had begun tell her their secrets. At first, she had enjoyed hearing secrets from people. She had felt important. ...

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Whodunit? The Greywood Manor Murderer....

Submitted to Contest #55

It all happened on a boisterous night in Bransford, Connecticut. Four families had received an invitation to Greywood Manor, a mansion where a string of murders took place and the killer was never found. Knowing this, stupidly, each family allows curiosity to consume them and they all prepare to enter. And because of that mistake, what waits for them will be their biggest surprise yet, - murder….Earlier that night...“Do you think it’s smart to attend this party? Nobody even knows who sent the invites. This sounds like the beginning of murder...

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Clandestine

Submitted to Contest #55

“Can you keep a secret?” You know from that very start you should not nodded and agreed. You should walk away and never turned again. As a cold hand touched your cheek, you closed your eyes until innocence leave your sense. Then it drawn to your mind it was not the first time anymore, lack but not drought by the taste of it. You flushed shows how trenchant and inexperienced you are, tried to reciprocate the expertise that being showed but failed with no avail. Lips started to wonder to your jaw down to your barestrip soul. The sensation enri...

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Carry On, My Wayward Minnow

Submitted to Contest #55

“Ah, but thou art but a wayward minnow!”  “That sounds like a weird indie band.”  “Silence, young fool! I have not time for your unnecessary quandaries.”  “Would you stop talking like that, please, Liam? You aren’t Shakespeare. You aren’t a member of the royal English court in the 15th century. You’re a college dropout working at a Waffle House in Kentucky. So shut up.” Liam swung the dishrag to the counter and glared across the room at his coworker, Feifer. She yawned. It was late. They both wanted to go home. They couldn...

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No one can ever know

Submitted to Contest #55

Mary Eldrige never liked her Grandpa’s mansion. The doors creaked when they opened, and the floor groaned underfoot. Throughout her childhood, any time she spent the night, she was sure she would be brutally murdered by ghosts. Now at the age of twenty-nine, Mary still had a deep unsettled feeling as she walked throughout the mansion. Her mother, Adeline Elridge, felt just the opposite. The old building warmly reminded her of her childhood and the good old days. After the passing of Mary’s grandpa Jack, the mother and daughter had been task...

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