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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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The Last Ticket

Submitted to Contest #49

        Dark. Cold. Emptiness. That’s all I felt as the life flowed from my submerged body and mingled with the frosty water that surrounded me. Those last moments of life were sharp and vivid in my mind. The cracking of ice, falling, thrashing, screaming. How the frozen water seemed to claw at my clothes and hair, drawing me further and further into its cold embrace. It was only a matter of time until my life gave out, like a fragile chair supporting too much weight.      &nbs...

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Bus-Stop Acquaintance

Submitted to Contest #49

The bus-station this particular morning was deserted save for a few people dotting the concrete seats built into the walls of the station. I knew that I had to take the 4.30 bus to Kandy, but I didn’t know which exact bus to take. I was in the mystical foreign land of Sri Lanka that my ancestors had under their grasp a few decades short of a century; however, people that could converse well in English (and not send you on the wrong route, speaking from personal experience) were almost nowhere to be found. Undeterred yet, I decided to ask the...

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The Glass Room Mystery

Submitted to Contest #49

The two children awoke suddenly with a jolt and when their eyes adjusted they realised they were alone and not at home, they were in a glass room. The children were twins and only at the age of six, but they were no fools and soon realised things were very wrong. Through a combination of fear and confusion at how they had gotten there they decided to do nothing and they sat and waited for a very long time. Most kids probably would have been curious, and decide to go on an adventure like always seems to be the case in movies from the eighties...

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Opportunity can strike out of the blue

Submitted to Contest #49

It was early morning and the sun shone brightly. A man waited before a writer's office where he was called. He was tall and handsome with a round face. It was a tall office and one could see the entire city from the roof. A man who was inside the office, came and opened the door.   The man asked,"why are you here, Sir?". "The famed author Hearth William had called me", the tall man replied. "What's your good name, Sir?", asked the man who looked like the guardian of the building.  "I am Billy Henriques", the man replied. "...

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Race Against Time

Submitted to Contest #49

“I will not wait a minute after 6 pm. Not a minute, you hear me?” said the woman on the phone.“You won’t have to. I will be on time, if not before,” Mark replied while shuffling through the files on his desk.“Like the time you were on my birthday? Or your birthday?”“Okay okay, easy with the sarcasm. See you at 6. Love you,” he said before hanging up the phone. His focus was turned back to the computer he was working on. Mark finished his work an hour early to have enough time to reach home and get ready before leaving for dinn...

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Wanderlust

Submitted to Contest #49

You sigh, not for the first time in the last hour. Your eyes sting from all the tears you’ve cried today. You can’t comprehend why your life has to be this complicated. Your father always said that if you did good things, good things come back to you. Well, wasn’t that exactly what you were doing? You work hard on your school and club activities, and your test results weren’t too bad either. You are an A- student and everyone compliments your music club for having you in it. Wasn’t all that good? Didn’t you deserve to at least have a ...

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The Independents

Submitted to Contest #49

July 13th, 1990The day was young, and the house was cold, even though it was summer. Kristy woke up first, like always. Halley was fast asleep, like always. The time always weaved slowly, when she was asleep, like an hourglass doing acrobatics as it waits to fall through the endless void that is the bottom. The end was just the beginning of the end. At least, that is what Halley Jones liked to believe, but she was cursed with the horrid quality of being an optimist. Kristy folded Halley's clothes. She always did this. This was a sort of unsp...

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What is life, then, but a waiting game?

Submitted to Contest #49

No sooner had Miss Hartigan turned to write the lesson on the chalkboard, than the boy dashed through the open door. He hid in the ragged hawthorn bush—prickles and all—panting, waiting, listening. The teacher continued the lesson and he knew he was free.He‘d never been in town during school hours but he’d imagined it as a veritable showground of adult activity: men and women leaning on railings, drinking and laughing, enjoying the freedom that having their kids in school afforded them. So, when he rounded the bend of the track that led from...

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Starshine

Submitted to Contest #49

The moon glowed with red tendrils of soupy light.  Wind purred as it slunk around their feet and shyly tousled the flaps of their jackets.  The two tall figures sat on a park bench in the midst of a forest trail, alone in the cackling din of the ravens nesting in the oak and maple trees.   “How much longer, Elize?”  The younger whispered to his companion.  His voice was hoarse and papery, like something had crushed his vocal cords underfoot like a tin can.  He wore a long coat the color of sand and a baseba...

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Lying in Wait

Submitted to Contest #49

She could have done the process online, but leaving a digital trail was something she did not want to put to chance. The idea behind the whole thing was to be discreet about discovering the truth. Of course, it was a major contradiction of sorts that she had employed lies in her bid for answers, but ‘the end justifies the means’. This was her silent mantra for the past three days while she waited for the call back letting her know that the results were ready.It’s not an easy thing to recover from a traumatic experience, far less one where yo...

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Emerging the Victor

Submitted to Contest #49

I woke up suddenly. The nap I had was not the refreshing kind; it's the kind that makes me wish I didn't sleep on the porch steps of my childhood home. It was dark and I can hear the crickets chirping from beyond the trees beside our house. After a while, I contemplated whether I should go inside or not. The house was dark and forbidding. I can feel an ominous presence lurking from within. I closed my eyes and replayed the earlier events of the day in my mind, back to the time when I was speaking exasperatedly with my mother on the phone."I ...

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It Was Me

Submitted to Contest #49

Dear Lord, up there above, if you’re listening. Please give him strength and power and everything you can. Please let me take him home tonight.  “What’re you in for?” The man beside me murmured. We were the only two left, standing in the otherwise empty police station. I sat in my chair, hands clasped to my chest to keep it from shaking with worry. I knew my face was still, perhaps looking even expressionless, but it said nothing of the rampaging emotions in my mind.  “I’m waiting for someone.” I responded in a raspy voice, rubbi...

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Feigning Tales

Submitted to Contest #49

He arrives at the bench early, sitting about six inches to the left of the sun shade line. He measures his wait by how many times he has to scoot further to the left before his departure. He did not need to come out as early as he did. He knew it only increased the uneasy feeling that flowed through his belly, but the longer he remained close to the bathroom, the more he wanted to throw up. He had done his best to stay busy this morning. He made his bed and cleaned his side of the room. The distinction between his ...

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For everything, there is a season

Submitted to Contest #49

Time is a fleeting concept, it never waits for anyone, your person or issues doesn't concern it, it fulfills it's only mission which is to move and push the world to it's end. She had read on a website the various type of people who were wrapped in the veil called time, it had stated that they were humans who keep on pursuing time despite failing numerously, there were those who tire out and decide to accept their present destination as their final stop and they were the lucky ones, those who always had time by their side, they didn't have t...

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Waiting For The Right Moment

Submitted to Contest #49

He arrived on the platform with time to spare, patting his pocket to make sure that the little box was still there. As he climbed aboard the train and made his way to a vacant seat, his mind returned to the heady moment when he’d decided to ask Violet to marry him. He’d felt giddy enough to want to blurt out his secret there and then, but a proposal needed to be perfect and so he’d resolved to do things properly: buy a ring, find a romantic little picnic spot, then go down on one knee and ask the most important question of his life. The car...

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