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Looking for a steady supply of friendship short stories? Every week thousands of writers submit stories to our writing contest.

150+ Friendship Short Stories to read

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.

Friendship Short Stories – Page 5 of 10

Excerpts from Arian

Submitted to Contest #306

03/24/05She dropped her phone today.I almost stepped on it when leaving class. “Hey,” I called, stooping to pick it up.She didn’t hear me.I said it again, louder. She and her friends turned. They looked kinda shocked.I don’t blame them.I’d be shocked too if a guy who hasn’t spoken a single word all year suddenly started calling after me. She gave a nervous laugh. “Sorry about that! The stupid thing is always running away,” her friends eyed me suspiciously. My gaze wandered to the floor where it usually tends to stay. “Come on Josie! We need ...

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Ship Happens

Submitted to Contest #306

“A Master’s Degree in Friendship, Jake? Are you mad?”“No, I’m serious about my future.”“I thought you were going in for something light like an MRA or a CAIC?”“What the hell would I do with a robotics admin degree or a certification in AI-coaching? Jake, I already know that stuff cold. I have roughly 20,000 reviews online to prove it. My bots have never worked more efficiently. No, it’s time for me to go big. Go big or go home.”“Home? You don’t have a home. Right now, you live in a mobile capsule on Emerald Lake.”“Ha ha. Anyway, I’ve been re...

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When the Sunset Falls Hard

Submitted to Contest #306

When the Sunset Falls Hard When I look back at the ending scene, it reminds me of a movie script. And so with a heavy heart, I will attempt to write the script that I have just lived through. I am the hero. The writer is always the protagonist but believe me I am not feeling very heroic. (Scene opens with a panning shot of my street around lunchtime during summer break) Narrator: (Me. I play both protagonist and narrator) This is my street, Greentree Drive. It’s not very exciting at the moment, because it’s lunchtime. Lunchtime mea...

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When Rapture Drops Down and Dirty

Submitted to Contest #306

The Sermon Dear Andrea, At first I was thinking of explaining my feelings, etc., step by step. But after thinking about it I decided it would not be necessary and only a repetition of what you already know. Thank you for your letter, but it had nothing inside that I didn’t already realize. Response (Monday 6:25 pm)Dear George, I decided that I too should be able to write down my feelings. I will not mail them. Maybe I will give them to you when this mess is cleared up. I am sorry if you feel that I am a negative, depressing person. I am sure...

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Sparrows struggle to walk on cracked ice

Submitted to Contest #306

I love you more than the all the sparrows in the world. What could you say that could match such a statement? Why would you hurt me? I love(d) you more than you could ever know and yet I feel numb. Was I not enough for you. I know you don’t love each other anymore than the pacific and atlantic touch, but I want more than my face as the proof that you once loved each other. How strong was your love that you overlooked her pure insanity, from your perspective of course? If it was withstandble at one point, can’t you do it if only for a moment...

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Leukemia and Croquettes

Submitted to Contest #306

A recipe for memory, resilience, and the taste of unexpected tenderness. Preface:This story was born a few months ago when my husband woke up one morning and said he had dreamed that I wrote a story called "Leukemia and Croquettes." Of course, he didn’t dream up the plot — he left that part to me. As required by the prompt, I reshaped the story into the form of a recipe. Content Note:This story contains themes of cancer and grief, including references to terminal illness, hospital settings, and emotional loss. Yield:Serves one or two. Prepa...

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The Smarter Choice

Submitted to Contest #305

The Smarter Choice I made a life changing decision a long time ago. I found myself at a crossroads in the middle of a below freezing winter night, I was on my way home, and I met someone. He was hanging out at the corner watching the gusts of snow. As I got closer, he said ‘hi’, and I said it back. Neither of us seemed to be in a hurry to get anywhere. So we stood on the sidewalk talking for a while and casually eating my left-overs from the bistro down the street. I had just left what was supposed to be an “anniversary dinner”, though I a...

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The Left Turn

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At the intersection, Sarah could go right and head home, but turning left would take her to Elaine's house. Home, where the quiet wrapped around her like a well-worn sweater. Where the kettle whistled at a predictable time. Where she could go whole days without saying a single word, and the silence didn’t feel lonely — it felt earned. After years of noise, of needs, of hands tugging at her shirt, of medications and midnight ER visits, of her son’s slow fading, the quiet had become her sanctuary. But turning left would take her to Elaine’s h...

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Coincidental Correspondence

Submitted to Contest #306

Tuesday, February 20th 2:20pmTo: lorettajeanineparker01@mail.nmc.eduFrom: chandler77@mail.nmc.eduSUBJECT: Help with English 112 paper Dear Miss Parker,My name is Joseph Chandler and my instructor, Professor Sarah Devron, suggested that I contact you for help with my English 112 essay since you have been in this class before and are also now in another more advanced English class.My problem is that I want to write my paper on the subject of researching why some people are color blind and what causes that. Would you happen to have some tips fo...

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Unicorn Baby

Submitted to Contest #305

I stared at the crowd and told the biggest lie of my life. The auditorium erupted with accolades. Light reflecting over curved lines and raised cheekbones with intermittent pearly whites, diagnosed me with instant photophobia. When my eyes refused to be dazzled down, I rushed off the stage and regurgitated my brain fog into yellow-green globules of the sweetcorn sandwich I had shoved up my face thirty seconds before the most important speech of my career. “Ya killed it, bestie-saurus!” Miranda wasn’t exactly my best friend, more like a high...

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It's Been Real

Submitted to Contest #306

LOL today I bring to you the great illustrious, Pam McGregor.We all clapped and Pam took the stage at the podium. And adjust the microphone. being kind of short. She has to stand on a stool, a step stool. "So I am here today." She cleared her throat. Then a booming voice came out of her to tell everyone, "In my chosen way that these years were very meaningful and I presume. They will be foremost in our memories for the rest of our lives. The friendships we had in high school. I hear reverberate through our lives and hopefully. Our friendship...

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Soul Dog

Submitted to Contest #305

It took a few seconds to realise I was utterly and completely lost. I felt as if my world was spinning, yet it was brought to an abrupt halt, the concept of time lost in its abyss of whys and what now. I sat down, feeling the hard plastic of the seat, and stared at the floor. It’s too soon. I’m not ready. The outline of the tiles seemed darker than usual, their stark contrast against the white seemed blinding in the dim lighting of the clinic. Weird. The doctor’s words reverberated in my ears. It was as if I was listening to a broken recorde...

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The Winning Plan

Submitted to Contest #305

“It seemed pretty straightforward. The rules were simple. The templates were already there. I just had to choose it. At least, that’s what I thought. Of late, I have been wanting to change certain aspects of my life. Usually, I spend a lot of time planning–videos I want to edit, VFX, stuff I want to create in Unreal Engine, start learning Blender for the fourth time, and get to the end for once. I even paid for some Blender tutorials instead of relying on YouTube, just to commit to the act. I planned so that the timing aligns perfectly with ...

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Two Doors Down

Submitted to Contest #305

He looked between us once more and said, “It’s either her or me…” I stumbled in my step, several children ran past or zipped by on their bikes until it was just the three of us standing there in the middle of the street at twilight. I had never thought I would hear that line, it seemed as something that only existed far away in stories and tv shows. But here I stood, hearing it come from the last person I ever would have thought. Maybe somewhere deep inside I really had known it was coming. It wasn’t exactly like I hadn’t gone through this r...

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Logic Verses Kindness to Solve Life Problems

Submitted to Contest #305

“You know what? I quit.” This was what I thought, but I refused to. I was definitely not going to say it out loud; that would only encourage Charlie.This debate is essential, even long after the audience has gone home. Charlie and I were making a decision about something we had a problem with in the past. I thought we resolved it long ago, but apparently not.“Amiee, you just like to please people too much. If you are going to get ahead in life, you need to be more aggressive when you stand up for yourself. Otherwise, your kindness will alway...

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