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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

Soulful mourning, sweet memories

Submitted to Contest #308

Soulful mourning I woke up cold and damp. I stood and stretched my already aching joints. My eyes squinted at the light streaming in through the arched entrance of my current dwelling. I stepped out of the cave to survey my surroundings, and it took only a few seconds to realise that I was completely lost. Don’t get me wrong, this was something that happened every lifetime. I died, was reborn, and this is when it takes me a while to work out who and what I am now.Do I die? I know in human terms I die, but then am I human? My soul has lived f...

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Smokey and the Smiling Ghost

Submitted to Contest #308

I flinch as I limp across the living room floor, grabbing at my stiff leg. Arthritis makes it hard for me to do much else these days other than struggle from room to room, but it beats rolling around in a wheelchair. Most of my friends can’t even do that. Sitting down at my office desk, I flip through a stack of washed-out, sixty-year-old photos, stopping to look at my seventh-grade class portrait. Brenda Dykeman, a tomboy with bobbed brunette hair, freckles, and a radiant smile, is in the center of the photo. My best friend, Freddie Hansen,...

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The Sleeper

Submitted to Contest #308

Once upon a time, there was a girl who slept all day and night.She slept all the time, always.Her face had a pallor of steel.Her eyes were purple and washed with the imagery of dreams.Every dream clung to her like a new set of clothes. When she woke, dreams hung on her like little bits of ice or snow.The girl who slept lived in the kitchen of her family's old home.All her friends had gone from where she lived,And all but one was left-her faithful pet squirrel.Her neighbors passed the sleeping girl's house every day. In the bright sunshine, t...

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A Basket of Strawberries

Submitted to Contest #308

The streets of Noewinny were flooded with lights, food, and most of all, people. Every door was open and every window was cracked. The whole town smelled of an assortment of strawberries; baked, fried, cut, smashed, and plates of it were being passed around in the large clearing around town square. Even those indoors were as much a part of the festivities as those dancing in the streets. Everyone except Caitria. The little girl ran through the streets, dodging men and crawling under skirts. People yelled as she passed, and behind her, an old...

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Sea Glass Dreams

Submitted to Contest #308

The first thing about Cape May that captured my attention was the light. She was the second. The light was unique, different. It wasn’t the sun, not directly. It was the way the light itself draped over everything like a soft, golden canopy protecting everything it touched. She was unique, too. Different. I could see that immediately, even if she couldn’t see me. Of course, she wasn’t looking for me. She was looking for something else. Something buried in the sand as she made her way down the beach. I moved along with her, matching her strid...

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A sigh in the wind.

Submitted to Contest #308

Once, when she was seven, she would run in the summer sun, hair whipping in the wind. Olivia would run after butterflies and blow on dandelions. Sometimes, she would walk around the block, looking at windows to see what other people were doing. Other times, she would watch the boy next door. She would watch the windows of his house to see if she could get a glimpse of him. She would play with her sister, Rosaline, until their mom called them in for dinner. Later, she would miss these days, but not then. Then she was happy, content just to be...

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KETCHUP AND MAYO

Submitted to Contest #308

“Here comes the sun!”That Beatle’s song had me singing these words out loud. It’s gonna be a good day, sunshine, since the longest rain streak, we’ve had was finally over and on to another part of the country.I put on my summer work outfit and packed extra stuff that I always must have in case of mishaps. Being an artist, you must wear things that have seen better days. My art drawer has a collection of shirts or pants with a smudge signature, rip or paint stripes from a job that brings me back in time as a nice reminder of the result. I fou...

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Porch Dreams

Submitted to Contest #308

The rocking chair creaked gently beneath his weight. The wood, worn smooth by decades of use, matched the lines of his frame as perfectly as the porch did the house he built with his own hands.George Weller sat quietly, hands folded over a cane that rested across his lap. His back was a little more hunched than last spring. His hair—what little was left—had gone from gray to wisps of white. He wore the same suspenders he had on the day of his wedding, though he had let out the waist more than once over the years.In front of him, a handful of...

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Where the Grass Grows Back

Submitted to Contest #308

The weather was pleasant on a regular Friday in Georgia. The rain had just passed and Briar High was filled with high school students eager to get out of class and feel the sun on their faces. Classroom windows were lined with kids watching the wind blow leaves around the yard, filled with anticipation. Ben Miller, however, sat alone at his desk staring daggers into the poster hung on the wall across from him.The poster read: Another win for the Briar Bruins! It had him in a trance, causing unwanted memories to invade his mind–a baseball fie...

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Freaks on a Bench

Submitted to Contest #308

Freaks on a BenchElliot wandered through the summer festival, sketchbook tucked under one arm, headphones clamping down the noise like a shield. Bright colours, laughter, and thumping music swirled around him. The scent of popcorn mingled with sun-warmed grass, and children’s shouts echoed near the game stalls. He alone watched as everyone else effortlessly navigated this chaos. He stood in this storm on a small raft, a lone bench.Then he spotted her—a girl draped in black, also sitting alone on a weathered bench like a shadow that had taken...

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Step out

Submitted to Contest #308

Elara had always loved the quietude of early mornings. Before the sun peeked over the horizon, she would sneak out of her small, shadowy room to sit by the open window, her nose pressed against the cool glass pane. The scent of dew-kissed grass wafted through the crack, a gentle reprieve from the stifling air that filled her home once the day grew bright. Her mother's soft snores echoed from the adjacent room, a comforting lullaby in the stillness. But today was different. Today was the first day of summer, and the day she had dreaded for tw...

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Perpetua & Felicity

Submitted to Contest #308

PerpetuaMy father's fingers tremble. It is rare that he gets angry, but I could see that bit of wetness in his eyes that always comes when he is frustrated. He is watching lightning strike his house. He simply has to watch it burn. He is burning now. I have set him on fire.I look across the table at the pitcher made of clay that was half full of wine, and I say to him, "do you see that pitcher, father?" He does not want to break his stare, but he glances over and nods his head. "Yes." I square my jaw and speak quietly and clearly. "Can you c...

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Twisted Reflections

Submitted to Contest #307

Being twenty-four with braces isn’t exactly an ideal situation. None of my friends, acquaintances or peers had them; either they went through the process in middle school or were lucky enough to never need oral corrections at all. Certainly, my favorite social media influencers - or any influencers, for that matter - didn’t sport braces: all they ever wore was makeup and a good filter. Perfect people in a perfect world. My parents didn’t have the money to get me the orthodontic help I needed at the “right” age. But as it happened, I came int...

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A Foot in Both Worlds

Submitted to Contest #307

It’s August, Western Pennsylvania, when I finally see the hummingbird outside my bedroom window. It hovers in the humid air as if suspended by wires, wings that beat so fast I try not to blink, but all I can see is a ghostly blur, an iridescent aura. The oblong body is smaller than an egg. The long beak, the maxilla, dips into the cone-like flower drawing nectar from the apricot colored Trumpet flower. The maxilla plunges like a sewing machine needle as the Ruby Throated Hummingbird pulses in mid air. An eye to eye view from the second floor...

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We Tell Secrets in our Secrety Society

Submitted to Contest #307

Nora thought it was cute that the girls assumed they were whispering amongst themselves. There wasn’t much room for her to go in the apartment and they were sitting on the opposite side of the long table she had pulled in a rented rusted trailer from their old home. It was one of the few things she’d felt compelled to take. “I heard that Layla isn’t going anywhere this summer.” “What do you mean? Not even camp?” “I don’t know about that, but her mama is still looking for a job.” Aurelie frowned. “So is my mama…” On the other side of the long...

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