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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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I Love You, Always and Forever

Submitted to Contest #40

      Emma and I always said that we would be best friends forever. You know, when you’re nine and you make friendship bracelets and you truly believe that this girl, right here, will be your best friend forever.           I loved going over to Emma’s house. She always had to coolest gadgets and toys that I would go home begging my parents for. We could have sleepovers in a tent in the middle of her living room. We could make up songs on her electric piano. ...

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the debut album

Submitted to Contest #40

I slip my phone into my pocket, vowing not to check it again until I get home. The bus is late, and I fiddle with a loose thread hanging from my shirt. I will not look at my phone. The thread snaps off. I take the hair tie from my wrist and twist it into various shapes. I will not look at my phone.After weeks of deliberation, I have sent a text to my former best friend. That makes it sound as though something awful happened. Something to make me hate her, or vice versa. Former. Prior. Ex. As if she stole my husband, or revealed my darkest se...

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Waiting for Good-bye

Submitted to Contest #40

She was always waiting for good-bye. Her room changed. Different bed, different windows, different scenes. Bontoc mountains with green rice terraces, clothes waving from red rebars sticking out from flat concrete roofs, pig squeals, roosters competing, and the boy who played guitar. Shanghai lights, tall buildings, a golden fish pond, magnolias, and if the smog wasn’t bad, the Pearl Tower pinch-tall in the distance. Bright Honduran houses, cowboy men with big hats and long machetes, a tethered donkey waiting with a load of coffee f...

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A Birthday Squadventure (Squad Adventure)

Submitted to Contest #40

Rebecca stared off into space as Jenny hovered intently over her computer. “How much time have I got?”               Rebecca glanced at her phone. “It’s 10:15. They’re late.”               Jenny let out a deep breath. “Okay, I finished the essay.”               “Oh, good!” Rebecca looked over her shoulder.  &nb...

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Soulmates

Submitted to Contest #40

"Watch where you're going!", I angrily blurt out as I look at all my papers scattered on the floor. " "Oh, I'm so sorry", the girl that just bumped into me says, almost with tears in her eyes. I sigh as I kneel down to collect my papers. I was expecting her to help me but to my surprise, she only backs away from me. Wow, way to go Talia. You just scared someone you just met.   "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you", I tell her, making the anger in my eyes slowly disappear. "It's okay", she answers but I just feel the uncomfortablenes...

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Friends In Low Places

Submitted to Contest #40

Leo had a headache. That wasn’t surprising, since he had approximately a billion scented candles burning around him, but it annoyed him nonetheless. Why did so many spells require so many candles? He hoped that the smoke wouldn't set off the fire alarm. The last thing he needed was his landlord coming by and seeing what he was up to. Leo glanced at the book to his side, then back at the circle in front of him. He double, triple, quadruple checked his work to be absolutely sure that he had gotten everything right. One mistake, and he cou...

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The Sign of the Yellow Jack

Submitted to Contest #40

A brisk musky breeze invigorated with everything that bespoke the rolling blue sea fluttered the crisp pages of the logbook dangling from Captain Jones’s long, slender fingers. Lackadaisically, the young captain closed his eyes and leaned against the smooth rail of the quarterdeck, his chest rising as he inhaled a deep breath of the clean ocean air.“You have the last account done, Jones?” inquired Captain Tates who was stroking the glossy feathers of one of the parrots brought aboard from the Canary Islands.“Which one?” hummed Jones as his b...

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Knightfall

Submitted to Contest #39

Jina stood at the end of the balcony. A breeze swept her long, chocolate-colored hair across her shoulders and tugged at her gown. She clutched the ends of her sleeves and gazed up into the night sky as her eyes brimmed with tears. The stars above blurred together and melted away as she drew in a shaky breath.               “Is anyone out there?” she whispered into the night. “Is there anyone who can help me? I don’t know what to do.”     &nbs...

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The Star's Revenge

Submitted to Contest #39

Zola looks up the dark sky, disappointment washing over her when she sees dull stars. None of them shine or speak to her; express a constellation. It’s a pity. She hoped with tonight being a special occasion and all the night would smile at her and her friends.  Cheap wheels that hardly ever spin in the correct direction run on the pavement around her. One bump, then another. Zola glances down to see the red car that’s parked in the corner of the lot. Too far away from the supermarket for its own good. With laughs and giggles, Zola’s fr...

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At the Bottom of the Garden

Submitted to Contest #38

The world was full of people that barely tolerated Benjamin James Reynolds. He spoke over people, he was clever and not humble about it. He took things apart without permission and he had an answer for everything. He never, ever said sorry. Benjamin James Reynolds was 11 and he was already the most infuriating person imaginable. He sat muttering to himself. Nimble little fingers twisted wires together, the harsh metal strands scratched his fingertips, but Benjamin didn’t notice. He was almost finished. A dismantled radio sat before him,...

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A Small Dilemma

Submitted to Contest #38

All Karen had to do was finish this page. Just one more page. But sweet, playful Fluffy was demanding attention. Fluffy knew just what to do to distract Karen, and so far, it was working."Fluffy, I'm busy. You can't sit in my lap while I work. You're too big, silly puppy!" Fluffy sadly jumped to the floor. She sat on the rug and stared sweetly up at Karen."Oh, fine, I'll pet you. But only for a few minutes. I'm almost done." Karen typed a few more words, then closed her laptop. She reached down to pet Fluffy."You're such a good dog, being so...

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The Brittle Trombone

Submitted to Contest #38

"Did you want me to dust around the mantelpiece too?" said the thin, pale teenager with the unruly hair."No, I really want the mantelpiece to stay dirty. And it would fill me with joy for you to accommodate me on that one." answered the crusty, old curmudgeon seated on the black leather recliner.Now, high school sophomore Lindsey Garrett was only there because the court mandated that he serve 60 hours of community service for his fun but unauthorized ride around the golf course in a doctor's golf cart.It was officially grand theft since the ...

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The Sunset Spy

Submitted to Contest #38

They called her the “Sunset Spy.” Every evening she was at her window to wish the day goodbye and welcome the night with a smile so bright it was comparable to the wakening stars. At first the neighbors were perturbed by this suspicious character of the golden hour. Why was this little girl hanging out the window of her two-story suburban house with wet hair and binoculars? Was she spying on them? Were those binoculars peeking in through their windows?A week or so after the girl’s family moved into the town, a few of the suburban dwelle...

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Schwarzer Wald Salvation

Submitted to Contest #37

It was early afternoon when a smoldering, burning wreck was discovered by the SS, deep in the heart of the Black Forest. Sheet metal along with different metallic alloys were twisted and bent completely out of recognition, and nearly half an hour passed until the soldiers could advance closer to the wreckage without having their faces and hands blistered by the scorching heat radiating from the ruin. “Was ist das?” queried one of the SS men as he crouched beside the smashup and closely surveyed a plate of metal that seemed to have been torn ...

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The Man Without the Mask

Submitted to Contest #37

It was late October of 1916, a chilling, wet day when Edward found himself abandoned with Lieutenant Patrick McCarthy of one of the Irish divisions assigned to the eastern trench. Like a crooked, winding serpent, the lines of trenches ripped through the earth and snaked their way all along the whole Allied front. Once sunbaked and almost as hard as the rock below the ground, the dirt walls now clung to the soil from which they had been dug and even started to fall away from the embankments in some places. If it were not for the wooden posts ...

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