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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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Different

Submitted to Contest #69

Growing up, I always felt out of place whenever they’d start talking about the business. At first, I thought I’d grow out of it and come to love these business meetings and the view of everyone in a slick business suit that look like they’ve never experienced a single wrinkle. They look suffocated by how buttoned up their shirts look. I always wondered how they could sit behind a desk staring at numbers and letters for hours on end. At the age of twenty, I still don’t have a liking for working in an office. I’ve always loved the outdoors. If...

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The Return

Submitted to Contest #68

It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. As she drove through town she marveled at what was before her; it was as if the town had been trapped in a time warp. Other than the trees, which had grown from newly planted saplings to large sprawling branches much of the town appeared unaffected by the passing of time.  Another indication that time had passed was the obvious wear from the years to the buildings. Most had been kept up in good condition but there were a few that were showing ...

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HELLO SATURN

Submitted to Contest #68

Rohini and Praveen were still seated in their seats and were waiting for others to clear the way. The aeroplane had just come to a final stop. People were busy taking out their hand luggage from cabin rack. A long strenuous journey was telling on them. In a few more minutes they would be in their new home. From the window Praveen peeped out and showed his mother the broad bright sky. It was Sunrise. A new dawn! A new country, a new land, new people around, a new environment, a new language, a new job, a new boss …. Rohini was carried aw...

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From the Stage

Submitted to Contest #68

“This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives,” I called out from the stage putting my hand on my heart, before I could say my next line I was interrupted. “Cut, cut, cut! Isabella what was that? You just learned your sister is dying. Put more emotion into it! Tomorrow is opening night. Get it together people!”  I rolled my eyes and flipped back in my script, “Mother what happened? This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives! Not the last.” I forced a tear and let out a sob, I let my legs give out to emphasiz...

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Deliverance

Submitted to Contest #68

It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. The boarded up windows gave the impression that the buildings lining the street were not habitable. Katie smiled and nodded at the curious eyes peeking out from the slats of wood as she passed them, knowing that her blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair complexion got the locals excited. This old motel strip in the seediest corner of Metro Manila, Philippines had been both a place to hide and recuperate, and the best venue for secrets. Why she went b...

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You.

Submitted to Contest #68

“911, what’s your emergency?” You stand there; mocking me, your face the very definition of disgust. I end the call, tears stinging the back of my eyes. “What are you going to say?” Your voice drips with sarcasm, but in the light of the rising sun, you are beautiful. “That you ran out of pills?” I don’t answer and you scoff. Typical. But it is true, I ran out of pills this very morning. “Everyone is looking for you, you know that, right?” “And who is looking for you?” I snap back, and the sunrise is no longer beautiful, the rays are hurting ...

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Was it possible for someone to hate their own mother?

Submitted to Contest #68

   “I hated my mother” whispered Frank, trying to keep his voice low. There were people around him, and the last thing he’d want was to be heard by the crowd gathered to honour his mother’s death. It was a funeral.        His aunt was talking, saying some untruthful things about how virtuous and good his mother was; “All of these are lies!” whispered again. Indeed, nobody in that room was aware of his mother’s torments and hate against his own son.        “I...

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Little things

Submitted to Contest #68

This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. They had been planning for this day for weeks –no months, maybe even years. Malinda had met Matilda at a Christmas party at a friend’s place. Malinda being the introvert that he was, was head strong on not going to the party that day. He wished to stay home – away from the very many sweaty bodies stuck together in a place with deafening noise and too many people. He preferred being a homebody that evening, cozy and warm. But his dreams of the night shattered as two of his closest fri...

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Twenty-Four Years

Submitted to Contest #68

It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same: peaceful. Peaceful was the perfect word to describe how she felt as she got out of her car and walked along the asphalt path toward her destination. She couldn’t help but take in the well-manicured grass, the flowering trees, and the beautiful blue sky.As she came around a curve in the path, the reason for her visit to this place came into view. She stopped. The growing tension in her abdomen felt like an invading army, attacking and destroying the...

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The one constant

Submitted to Contest #68

The sun was just emerging over the mountains, with the light turning from a light blue florescent to bright pastels of blue, green and brown, when I heard her stirring in my tent. I was standing outside, crunching on a pear, with a small container of yoghurt in my left hand. I smiled. “Come look at the sunrise,” I said to her (Catarina was her name), in hushed tones so as not to wake anyone. The other tents were quiet. So, I suppose we were the first up. The idea had been to wake early so that we had time enough to make it on foot to the ...

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The Memories We Leave

Submitted to Contest #68

"What exactly are we doing out here Dad?" Cass whined pitifully sleepy at her father as they stumbled along in the near dark. "You'll see", her father, Sam, had teased her not unkindly. In a swift motion he gathered the young Cass up in his arms with a grunt of effort. "Trust me it'll be worth it." Cass laid her head sleeply on his shoulder. "Tell me when we get there." He chuckled as little snorts of slumber rose to his ears. She was not much of a morning person but she was going to love this; if he could get them there in time. He quic...

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Tragic Love

Submitted to Contest #68

The sun was shining on the lake, Scarlet was sitting on the cliff while watching the sunrise. When Bandit came and sat down next to Scarlet. “It’s beautiful isn’t beasty?” Bandit asked.“It truly is” Scarlet answered.The two have been secretly dating for two years now Scarlets pack doesn’t know that she was sneaking out or that she was soon going to have a canid pup. Scarlet’s pack was running through the woods to find her they believed that one of the other packs had taken her. The pack had split up so they could find her, she was one o...

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Not Here Tomorrow

Submitted to Contest #68

Kimberly crossed her legs and sat down beside Alex, as they both watched the splendid sunrise. The golden and the orange blended perfectly to form a majestic scenery, the young sunlight reflecting from the dewy grass blades kindling the very essence of beauty.  "I thought you would be over me by now." Alex murmured gently, squeezing her hand.  "I... don't think I'll ever be able to do that." Kimberly replied, nostalgic and remorseful.  "But you promised me," his voice was even as he tilted his head to look her in the eye, pi...

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Thank you, Mrs. Donaldson

Submitted to Contest #68

It'd been twenty-four years since she'd last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. The massive building was constructed of an array of red and brown brick, contrasted by white, that lined the gleaming rectangular windows. The edges of the structure weren't sharp; instead, they were etched in like little staircases. It reminded her of the pin art she used to play with as a child. Her brother would make a contorted face and stick it into the pins, then chase her around with the horrifying 3D image.The entrance, a pointed archway, was...

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Sunrise Sands

Submitted to Contest #68

My vision was engulfed with the colors of the waking sky, the November wind beating against my wool blanket. Though the weather was harsh, I could never resist falling in love over and over with the sky lakeside every morning. I saw him sitting on the sand barely ten feet away, another person who couldn't help but watch the sunrise on the water's edge even if the weather begged you not to. I watched the sparkle of color in his eyes, big and brown. I couldn't dare let this opportunity slip through my fingers. Studying his details and walking ...

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