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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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Love is Love

Submitted to Contest #290

JR-709 stood in front of the bathroom mirror for the third hour. He ran a hand through his long and freshly conditioned hair. The thick strands felt like silk between his fingers. He let it fall to the left instead of the right. Unsurprisingly, it looked the same as the last ten times he swept it to that side. The outward breath from a sigh of frustration forced his fringe from floppy to floating in the air like a flag in the wind; he had found his solution. A quick smearing of wax to keep it raised, a final head tilt to inspect all angles, ...

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A Taste of Passion

Submitted to Contest #290

The family needed extra money. Even with Lupita working full-time at the panadería, they were barely getting by. But everytime she tried to mention it to her husband, he took it as an insult. It was an attack on his sense of pride, of being a husband, a father, a man. So she did her best to approach the topic with care. Her tone was sweet and tactful, but it didn’t matter. Once Alfonso’s pride was hurt, he shut down, bottled up. Not giving up, she took another angle. Their son wanted to join the science club, to study English with a tutor, t...

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A Burning Devotion

Submitted to Contest #290

Wood crackled and collapsed below with deep howls and moans. As the first floor fell victim to the lapping tongue of raging flames, the surface beneath their feet groaned while it struggled to hold. Theo and Anthony sat on opposite ends of the sofa, and Anthony couldn’t bear to spare the other man a glance. Though Anthony stared straight ahead, he knew Theo’s left leg would be bouncing due to the anxiety that grappled at his chest and wound around his delicate heart. He also knew that there would be a small crease between his thick brows and...

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FROM STRAY TO STAY

Submitted to Contest #290

Rosa, Inez, Tina, Shannon and I enjoy our"Girl's Day Out" the second Sunday of every month. We all looked forward to our Sunday Funday. The Taphouse was our choice for lunch and cocktails....and of course gossip. Those Sundays are unfailingly fun. Laughter from our table was something you could count on. Previously, I had worked with Rosa and Inez for ten years. They were sure to contribute news about what was going on at the shop. Tina was a co-worker from another shop I had worked at many years ago. She was full of great stories and good j...

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Courtney and Tom

Submitted to Contest #290

The first time I met you, we were at the bookstore. Ironically, we were both there to get a wedding gift for a bride. You had picked out a copy of a book called Alan and the Undead, and I was still deciding on a book. I saw the book you had in your hands and thought you could give me a good recommendation. We talked about similar books, and we came upon one after about an hour and a half.  Then, a few days later, we ran into each other at the coffee shop. I went in there to cool off after I had a bad day at work, a lot of angry customer...

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Like Freshly Cut Grass

Submitted to Contest #290

I am ten years old and am playing hopscotch in my driveway. As an only child, I have grown accustomed to playing games by myself. “Hey little girl!” someone screams behind me. I turn and there is a boy leering at me across the street. My chest tightens and I want to run away. The boy is Arnold Stevens. He is the kind of boy that makes the neighborhood keep their pets indoors. He crosses the street and though I want to yell for my mother who is inside, I don’t. My throat is tight. My feet are frozen in place. “What are you doing??” he asks, n...

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Life Ain’t Nothing But a Humbling Experience

Submitted to Contest #290

Steady, Ephraim. Steady. The wave-washed bedrock barely held up my weathered bones as I made my way up towards the lighthouse. I could faintly see the structure a few hundred metres ahead. The fog was dense. Unrelenting. It seeped into my peacoat, weighing me down like a lead cloak. The old thing was stiff and salt-stained and a lot like me; torn at the seams. The tower’s mournful drone kept me on track. Behind me, the hush of the ocean breathed in, preparing for its next crash. Intriguing, isn’t it? What some people call unsettlin...

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When the Earth Stops Spinning

Submitted to Contest #290

When I tasted her lips for the final time, no one warned me it would be the last. There was no sign, no inkling of fading feelings, everything was beautiful. Just as beautiful as she was. Is. Like the realization that one day your parents put you down, and never picked you back up again. Or the feeling of Christmas never being as magical as it was when you were ten and still believed in Santa. No one tells you “Hey, one day all of this will fade, so enjoy it while it lasts.” it just ends, and you’re left with an empty feeling in your st...

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Invisible

Submitted to Contest #290

InvisibleBy Doris Booth The woman’s voice on the phone was soft, almost apologetic. “Yes, I have only one left. All her siblings have found homes, but…well, I just don’t think she is the right fit for everyone. You might not want her.” “Why?” I asked, my voice filling with apprehension. “She is terribly shy. Terrified, really. She needs a quiet home, no children, certainly no other dogs,” the lady said. “I have neither.” The words fell flat, a stark admission of my solitude. I didn’t offer details - not the estrangement of my son these ...

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Last Kiss

Submitted to Contest #290

He swirled the last bit of vodka around the bottom of his glass. The ice cubes, shrunken to the size of dice, clinked pleasantly. He downed it quickly and placed the glass in the built-in holder on the left arm of his chocolate brown recliner. The television buzzed quietly, the screen filled with black and white static as it had since the last emergency response public service announcement had gone off air. Three days ago, he thought. No, Ellen was bitten three days ago, so the screen went blank four days ago. Shame washed over him as he rem...

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Yowl

Submitted to Contest #290

His cough disturbed the silence of the room. She faced away from him, trying to sleep while he stayed up reading papers from work, but trying in vain. His lamp cast a wan yellow glow over the blankets, and he coughed again, a wet sound that ricocheted off the four walls of the small box they called a bedroom. She cringed, a fire curling in her belly. Was it his fault? Not really. (Didn’t mean it wouldn’t bother her, didn’t mean it wouldn’t keep her up, didn’t mean he shouldn’t at least cover his mouth, didn’t mean anything at all). When he c...

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A Perfect Sunday Evening, Except for the Screaming and Blood

Submitted to Contest #290

A few years ago, I crossed Fairmont Street to avoid the sun. Had I been a hardier soul and stayed on the east side of the street, I might not have met the woman of my dreams.But I did cross the street and I met Vivian. In the fullness of time, we fell in love. We have been together five years, and each day seems better than the last.Even today seemed perfect, except for the screaming and the blood.                        &n...

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Just The Dogs

Submitted to Contest #290

JUST THE DOGS          by     Jerry Janiec                                                                   Looking out the kitchen window, across the...

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Meeting At Starbucks

Submitted to Contest #290

At Starbucks, once they prepared your order, they’d call you up by your first name. I must’ve been so lost in thought, I didn’t notice when the barista was calling my name… Until an extremely cute guy with perfectly coiffed light brown hair and magnetic blue eyes came up to me at the table and said, “Uh, excuse me, Miss… I think your order is ready.” And damn, that smile… Those teeth! “Thank you.” I said to him with a small smile as I went up to get my large iced caramel apple cream latte. As I returned to my seat, I almost bumped into this...

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Sunset From Mars

Submitted to Contest #290

He was kissing me.It was magical, it was incredible, and it was forbidden. It made fireworks explode inside me and my heart race and my worries melt away, just for that moment. I wanted to make it last forever. I wanted the moment to freeze in time and be forever immortalized in a photograph, to collect dust on a shelf but never fade.‘You have to go,’ Nolan murmured. ‘I know.’ ‘Space is waiting for you.’‘I know.’ Anything, anyone could have been waiting for me. But in that moment, I didn’t care about the challenges ahead or the struggles I’d...

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