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Submitted by writers on Reedsy Prompts to our weekly writing contest. Some would say that tales of friendship are some of the most moving of all. From childhood friends to brand new buds, you'll find a story to warm your heart here.

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Last Train from Shinjuku

Submitted to Contest #305

It’s five before midnight in Shinjuku. Soft breathing echoes down the vast, empty station. The last train’s sleek frame disappears into the tunnel, its lime-green sash glistening.Isao shuffles down the escalator, his suit clinging in the August heat. He can’t go home like this. He missed the train after yet another obligatory drinking party with his boss. His head throbs, though he managed to avoid touching a drop of sake.He should have. Might as well look the part—his family always knows where he’s been.Except they’ve been in Kesennuma sinc...

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At the Intersection of Life

Submitted to Contest #305

At the intersection, I can go to the right and head straight home as I always do, or I can turn left where I have not gone for many a year. It would take me to a place that had many good memories. It was there where I went adventuring in the woods, seeing wild birds, even eagles, and where along with my elementary school friends, we would pretend that we were Robin Hood and his merry men. I was Little John, as I was the tallest of the group, and my name is John. However my good times ended there when I was a teenager in high school, and I sw...

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Graduation ceremony

Submitted to Contest #305

I accepted a offer. When I started to work I was offered a deal, since I never graduated college, I had a hard time finding a job. Because my boss desperatley was looking for workers, because there is always a shortage of people where I worked before. The company, the factory. Yes, I worked in more factories than I can remember, but there was something different about this one. I had just finished becoming a Electrician. I was living with my parents, was looking closely of becoming 30 , and a bit overweight. So when my boss- A chemical Engin...

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I wasn't lost, not yet

Submitted to Contest #305

I don't share my thoughts, I don't know who to share with and even if I had someone I can trust, I don't see the point. My family enjoys my company and I don't feel the need to impress them. My work colleges aren't interested and busy at work, and my therapist would always say the same thing: "I see right through you, you aren't trying hard enough". So a tip for people who tend to get lost: Don't ever take a deture. never. And addictions. Don't indulge in thinking about yourself. It's called selfish. When I grow up and have a family of my ow...

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Fruit

Submitted to Contest #305

Jessica was in a supermarket looking at the fruit. What should I take? I don't want any of this. She circled around the aisle trying to find something that might look appealing. She knows she should be eating more fruit, but she's never liked any of it. Grapes? No, too many seeds. Grapefruit? No, too bitter. Kiwis? No, too sour, and I don't like the fuzz on them. Why does a fruit have fuzz anyway? Oranges? Too orange. She took a pear in her hand and pondered it. Okay, I'll take a pear. Oh, but this one is bruised. She saw a brown spot about ...

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Let's You and Him Fight

Submitted to Contest #304

Hickmanville, Kentucky. We moved there from Illinois in 1972. I was ten years old. My grandfather had been having heart problems and his doctor had advised him to give up running the family business, Walker’s Grocery. The folks and me moved there and lived in a double wide that sat behind Pap and Mamaw’s house. By the time we had lived there for two years, I was pretty well settled. I made good grades and I was the starting shooting guard on the Caudill County Junior High Hornets basketball team. I had made friends. My best friend was Lefty...

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Lightning Fox

Submitted to Contest #304

Lightning flashed so brightly out the window next to the desk, Max was nearly convinced the next bolt would come straight through it. And he almost welcomed it. He’d been sitting at his desk for over two hours staring at the blank page in his Underwood typewriter…and failing miserably to come up with a single string of words to start the short story he was hired to compose; the deadline loomed around the corner. He positioned his thin white fingers upon the black keys and once again the lightning flashed next to him out the window, making...

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The Midnight Writer's Club

Submitted to Contest #304

Misunderstanding, I have found, breeds loneliness. And the cure for loneliness, I’ve also discovered, is writing. At first, I could only journal. It started with a single page and a pen that spewed inky black liquid whenever I wrote with it, requiring me to blow on the wet, schizophrenic lettering that was my handwriting before I could turn to the next sheet. I jotted down my feelings for each day; every piece of emotion that pierced my heart was written about as if it were some grand historical event shaping the course of human history. It ...

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End of the road

Submitted to Contest #305

The roads I traveled and led a far. I come to share. I am a career minded person with great ambition morals values a real optimistic and born achiever. To help complete my journey ahead there's always that dollar sign that has a tendency to cramp my style. I can draw a lot of pictures here but I won't. That would become boring and confusing as we would have the same damn dream captions available. And trust me there are a lot of those out there. You can't put a price on a persons worthiness. You just can't. Feelings are always in stone and ar...

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Fish Out of Water

Submitted to Contest #305

Jack hoisted himself out of the pool, eyes focused hard on the ground. “Jack?” a girl, his best friend and coach, called. “What happened just then?” He shook his head and turned on his heels to storm away. “Jack!” Allyn yelled after him. He paused. “I don’t know,” Jack snapped. “I don’t know what happened, or why it keeps happening. I don’t know!” Allyn sighed. Wheeling her wheelchair closer to him, her face warped into a comforting smile, but Jack didn’t want comfort. “It’s okay,” she tried. “We’ll figure it out. Everyone has off days a...

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Once in a Lifetime

Submitted to Contest #304

Alexander. We had only known each other for a week, but it felt like we had been friends forever. Sometimes you just click with someone and just talking with them feels so right. I had never had that happen before. It was one of the most magical things, and I don’t think I’ll ever experience something like this again.We had happened to go into the same coffee shop about the same time. I didn’t notice him until he sat down at the table next to mine, but it was the next day where we started talking and both discovered each other’s love for wri...

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The Ghost and the Hack

Winner of Contest #304 🏆

Thomas Mcoy, no second C, is a name you’ve probably never seen. Maybe you’ve spotted “Tommy M.” buried in the acknowledgments of a bestseller or scrawled on a Starbucks cup while he tapped away on a Chromebook in a corner booth. But you won’t find his name on a book cover.Tommy, you see, is the best ghostwriter in America. Maybe the world.The book about the astronaut who battled alcoholism? Tommy.The one by the Yankee who named names with too much pride? Also Tommy.Fourteen CEOs, each with a different spin on leadership: “The Pyramid of Powe...

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There are no stories in this place.

Submitted to Contest #304

“There are no stories in this place”. Edith had heard her husband Ralph say this an uncountable number of times ever since he retired. Part of his excitement of no longer working for a living was that he would have plenty of time to write short stories and maybe even write a novel or two. But that had not happened. She often saw him in the living room, sitting on a comfy chair, a pad of paper on the table before him, a pen in his right hand, while he stared at the fireplace. He might write down a title, but nothing or just a few sentence...

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The Unfinished Sonnet - Charles Baudelaire - August 31st, 1867

Submitted to Contest #304

Many years have passed since I have read the works of de Nerval or even thought of him. Today though, I walked home from an early breakfast at the café that’s run by an old Roma couple on the corner of my street. It was at a time when our labors had surpassed the successful career of Romanticism’s founding father to be deemed by academic institutions, literary reviews, and, most importantly, the informal conversations of the fine art’s aficionados as “all the rage of Paris.” Delacroix, where were you when he needed you? De Nerval had hair th...

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The Wrong Workshop

Submitted to Contest #304

TW: Mentions physical gore.Any moment now Mike’s motley crew, which was how he thought of his art group, would be joining him. He turned the radiator up two notches in the attic room that currently served as both studio and workshop.With sheets spread over his most recent canvases, a faintly surreal air hung about the place. Regarded as a successful artist in his heyday even if that was some time ago, the only work on permanent display was the self-portrait painted in oils not long after leaving art school. It depicted a man with white-blond...

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