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Submitted by writers on Reedsy Prompts to our weekly writing contest. From cozy romances to coming-out stories and more, love wins in our collection of gay short stories.

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The Retreat

Submitted to Contest #290

“The Retreat” It’s strange how the mind, once you give it a few moments of quiet, can circle back to things you never thought to examine. Or maybe not strange at all. Maybe it’s inevitable. The yoga retreat was supposed to be a cleanse. It’s always a cleanse. At least that’s how they sell it to you: detox the body, detox the mind, breathe in the fresh air, leave behind the clutter of your life. It’s a packaged promise that’s supposed to shine with possibility. A little weekend escape to reset your life, your thoughts. And for what? To come b...

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The Last Kiss

Submitted to Contest #290

The heavy oak doors of the funeral home swung open to reveal a quiet space bathed in soft, muted light. Candles flickered along the walls, their gentle glow casting long shadows over polished floors and the solemn faces of those gathered. A beautifully carved casket lay on a raised platform in the center of the room. Inside rested the body of Richard Jameson—a man whose eighty years had been marked by complex love, hidden sorrows, and moments of quiet triumph.Richards's life was a mosaic of relationships: a long marriage with Eleanor, a daug...

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Wretched Creatures

Submitted to Contest #288

**death, poison, suicidal idealization** Not every storm feels the same.This is a truth that Xavier finds comfort in. Some rains are a light mist gently kissing his cheeks, while others pelt against his skin as if trying to tear him open.Like the storm knows the monster this flesh contains.This rain is a light drizzle. Hard enough that he was soaked after just a few minutes but it doesn’t pierce him the way he craves. The way he deserves.This is the type of rain that cleanses you. It slides down Xavier’s face like it’s washing away the dirt ...

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Love Bites & Sweet Tea

Submitted to Contest #287

High above, passing over Jacksonville, flutters a bizarre sight for those who bothered to look up into the starry sky. A cloud of bats fly overhead in formation. One hauls a satchel, a few more carry a picnic basket, and the others bring a variety of garments and accessories in various states of decay and deprecation. The colony touches down on a rooftop garden on Amelia Island; just one of the many luxurious vacation homes currently out of season. The bats get to work. They struggle to maneuver around each other, filling in pant legs, mane...

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Blossoming Kiss

Submitted to Contest #287

‘Hi. Excuse me? Hello. I’d like one large coconut latte please.’Chris, who had been staring at the garden through the window, jumped at the voice, bringing her back tor reality.‘Of course, that will be £5.99 please,’ Chris said, punching the card button on the till. She had to stop daydreaming. She’d only just got this job, and not because she was any good at making coffee or serving customers. She only got it because a few members of staff quit at the same time and they needed someone urgently, and she needed to earn money before she found ...

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Summer In Winter

Submitted to Contest #287

Summer never quite seemed like it did when you were imagining it curled up in your blankets every winter morning before school. It was always a little hotter, slightly too humid, just a touch more unbearable that you dreamed it up to be. Suddenly you find yourself wishing for the soothing warmth of a cup of tea against colder air versus a sticky popsicle that melted before you could even close the freezer or pay for it at the local stand. This memory of summers wishing for winter and winters dreaming of the sun’s warmth repeated over and ove...

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My Friend Freddy

Submitted to Contest #287

MY FRIEND, FREDDYA true story The year was 2009 and Janet Napolitano was Governor of Arizona. The political buzz was that she wasn’t doing a good job of managing the state’s financial affairs and Arizona was going bankrupt. This was cause and concern for individuals and companies, which included myself and the company I worked for. My company was contracted through the state with Child Protective Services and since the state was supposedly going broke, my co-workers and I were all advised to look for other jobs and, in the meantime, don’t bu...

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Imperfect Strangers

Submitted to Contest #284

He lay naked on the dishevelled bed, a twist of limbs, sweat cooling on his skin. The air hung low and heavy, permeated with the heady odour of exerted bodies, conjoined and heaving as one, mere moments before. His eyes felt heavy, the buzz of the alcohol, the excitement of the sex; the comedown was intense, as if some force deep beneath the swells of consciousness was threatening to pull him beneath the waves which separate the waking world and the bliss of sleep. He wanted to succumb to it so badly, to drift away into that place where sham...

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Thank You

Submitted to Contest #284

She came into the office with brown, sultry hair and a firm physique. Her name was Sophie. Reception told her to wait in the waiting room. She had a small purse that she set on her lap until she finally got called in. Angie was the physiotherapist that would be attending to her. I believe Angie fell in love with Sophie at first sight. But Sophie was married with kids and she felt less inclined to share the feelings that Angie had. As she rubbed her back Angie felt a deep longing for Sophie. Sophie started talking about her husband and how he...

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Dead Hours

Submitted to Contest #284

 I woke up to notifications. My sister is one of those people who doesn't send messages in one go. Instead, each sentence arrives in strokes. That morning, nine rings anticipated one voice message. My sister always embraced redundancy.The voice message was a guilt trip about how our aunt could no longer take care of our father. The poor thing is confused and unable to live anywhere other than his beloved beach house. The message went on to remind me that I had been away from our family for the last 15 years and hadn't set foot in our ho...

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Stranger for a day

Submitted to Contest #283

This story contains profanity and minor sexual content. 1. Write a story about two characters who surprisingly end up spending a holiday or event together.Strangers No MoreThere was little I could do to avoid the big event of the next day, my birthday. I’m suddenly realizing that I have less years to live than I have already lived, and I may be destined to live those days alone. I needed something or someone to take my mind off this day. I didn’t want to leave my home, because I’ve already changed into my after-work worn-out sweats, but...

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The Fag That Saved You.

Submitted to Contest #283

“Hey Sis, it’s Christmas. You can cross me off of your wish list. Call Santa Claus and the Missus. We gon’ have the best Christmas that ever existed.” RuPaul’s Christmas Party album -the censored version- blasts through the speakers as drag queens dance around the stage. It’s the first annual family friendly Christmas Extravaganza sponsored by the LGBTQIA+ alliance. A few dollar bills float down like snowflakes through spins, kicks, hip pops, and death drops. The queens took extra care to tone it down for this show, fake boobs and padded ass...

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The Olive Tree Assignment

Submitted to Contest #282

Bangkok. Last week, it was Delhi, before that Tokyo. Matthew plonked his traveller’s case onto the hotel bed and opened the envelope given to him at the reception counter.  Just two words. Charon Bangkok. Enough to tell him the specific details of his next assignment.  Matthew sighed and sat down. Reaching for his laptop, he swiftly searched for some details. There it was. Somchai Sahapat, the CEO of the Charon Bangkok company, Thailand’s largest producer of olive oil. Thippawan, his wife. His children and a home address in Bangkok...

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A Great Lesson.

Submitted to Contest #280

Remember when we used to come here all the time? You remember?Yeah. Wasn't that long ago...it's still the same ain't it?It feels the same--I mean it's just the JackRabbit.Yeah. It just feels different is all.How so?Nostalgia. So, you still skin pop that shit huh? No. Maybe surreal was the word I was looking for. I don’t know–maybe I’m just stoned. I think you are. And like you didn’t wake up and have three shots to get your day started. You got me there. Yeah, I saw you pouring one in your cup when I was coming ...

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Avalanche

Submitted to Contest #280

Content warning: Themes of terminal illness, grief, and emotional distress.I watched the sky as I walked home, feeling closer to the moon than anyone else on my own planet. The shadows across the sidewalk felt alive tonight, to the extent that I stepped over each one so as not to hurt them for they also knew the pain of being present yet not always seen. I shoved my hands in my pockets to escape the bitter chill and heard the telltale shifting of pills inside their container. How many others were like me, now tied to the rattle inside their ...

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