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Submitted by writers on Reedsy Prompts to our weekly writing contest. A good story doesn’t need a devastating twist. Nor does it have to plumb the darkest depths of the human conditions. These happy short stories might be exactly what you’re looking for in these uncertain times.

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Diamonds

Submitted to Contest #299

I expected the rain and was ready for it. What I didn’t expect was the hailstorm, which damaged my roof and a few windows. I hid in the basement soon after the first hail hit. There were no windows, but I could still hear the noise. I enjoyed the rain and always had. I liked to sit with the window open, watching the tiny droplets fall on the ground, finding the sound strangely comforting. It wasn’t too loud, unlike the sounds of a storm. It was loud, unpredictable, and scary. That’s how I found myself in the basement. Again. Because I was sc...

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A Note to Rebecca

Submitted to Contest #299

Rebecca you are here to witnes me giving you the BEST reson to give me back my favorite Maliboo Barbie. Lisen i know you like it and its the perfect match for your Ken doll but Maliboo Barbie is the only one that fits in the Barbie Jeep so i need her. Plus you always make Maliboo Barbie do gros stuff with Ken like kiss. Dont you know boys have cooties? I hope i never kiss a boy. I need her for our adventurs together. I promised her we wood go to the top of Candy Mountin evry single day. I cant not do it. You cant break a promis to a Maliboo ...

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Now You See It... Now It’s Just Awkward

Submitted to Contest #299

On the cobbled fringe of Leicester Square, nestled between a suspiciously smug hot dog cart and the ever-watchful bronze gaze of the Bugs Bunny statue, stood a small man in a purple velvet cape that had obviously once seen better days. The cape flared every time he moved, well, at least, it tried. One corner was caught in the Velcro of his bag, and the other trailed along the pavement like an introvert at a networking event.“Ladies and gentlemen!” he boomed out, raising his voice above the clamour of the TikTok dancers, the revelling footbal...

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#ReedsyFunnyStory - The Great Granny Heist

Submitted to Contest #299

*The Masterplan*It was a hot Saturday afternoon in Namatanai—a place so boring that even the flies gave up halfway through buzzing. For two teenagers, Ricky and Jeremiah, the day had crawled by with the speed of a sloth on vacation."I swear, if I see one more 'Out of Service' sign at a vending machine, I’m gonna lose it," Ricky said, dramatically collapsing onto the grass in the park.Jeremiah nodded solemnly. "We’re officially broke. Like, ‘we-just-licked-leftover-chips-dust-from-the-bottom-of-a-bag’ broke.”Ricky’s stomach growled so loudly,...

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Me and the Cat

Submitted to Contest #299

Me and the CatThe battle between me and the cat start over a piece of chicken. I remember that day as if it was yesterday…Wait! It was yesterday. Well anyway. The cat stole my piece of chicken. It was a savor chicken breast. My mouth is still watery from the moist of the chicken. It is the type of chicken that you heard people say that they will slap someone (mostly their mothers) because it taste that good. So, I was sitting at the table eating the wonderful piece of chicken as tears of joy was coming down my eyes. It was that good. I was s...

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The Bus Stop

Submitted to Contest #299

THE BUS STOP Told by his wife that she wanted a divorce, Mark Hyland felt the immediate need to get away. The destination he chose was his hometown on the South Coast, he booked a hotel for three nights. The last time he was there was three decades before. With its happy memories the town was the right place at the right time. En route he reflected on the news that his presence was no longer desired. Mark’s wife had a point. The marriage was not working. No shared activities, long periods of not talking, just going through the motions.Mark...

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Aliens Ate My Homework… Then Fixed My Wi-Fi

Submitted to Contest #299

Lucy Sanderson didn’t believe in aliens, not really, not in the little green men with blinking antennae, nor bug-eyed space invaders you saw on Saturday morning cartoons, at least. She believed in deadlines; in the unforgiving tick of the kitchen clock and the way her heart thudded every time Ms Carter called for her homework. If she had a superpower, it would probably be the ability to instantly find misplace things at the exact moment she needed them, most especially her math worksheet, which was now, quite possibly, lost somewhere under t...

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All Aboard The Excuse Train

Submitted to Contest #299

Is it sad or is it funny? I mean if you look at it from every angle you can certainly see it being both sad and funny. It’s sad because time is being wasted. It’s as simple as that. I’m always saying on a daily basis that “time is a thief” and yet I still treat it as it’s a constant. I think it’s insane that 22 years have passed since my freshman year at college but it feels like it was yesterday. I suppose that I could see that as a blessing. A mental time capsule of sorts. Being able to be in that very moment back in 2003 first day of coll...

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Wrapped In Lace And Red In The Face

Submitted to Contest #298

Every time Erik moved his head, he felt his body freeze as the earrings hit the side of his face. A reminder that they were the focal point. He looked around at the other dangling earrings at the party. Their glare against the lights proved him the outcast. He did not feel the power that they were giving off. These were his first 'loud earrings,' as his mother would say. He was no stranger to studs, but this was a new look. They had a white, pearl exterior surrounding a lace center. His suit sported white lace on the cuffs and fringe, so he ...

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Confession to the Rain.

Submitted to Contest #298

I think it was Saturday. A beautiful woman was visiting the graveyard. It was a sad and gloomy day. Everything was covered in mist—as if the world itself had taken a bath in it. The kind of day where even animals hide... but for some reason, humans... they still loved it. Sometimes I wonder, are we twisted for that? Or blessed to be able to see beauty in something considered cursed and spiteful? I used to love the rain... it made me feel at peace... I looked at this lovely woman again—she left "forget-me nots" at the grave. I loved their sme...

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Patriot's Day

Submitted to Contest #299

Patriots DayBy Diane Green Alphonse is a meticulously groomed (by himself) cat. He is a regular-sized house cat with a stately black and white furry body, a tuxedo cat. Moses Harrison, innkeeper at The Minutemen's Inn in Revere, Massachusetts, noticed that after an elderly couple checked in for a week, Alphonse’s behavior changed. Mr. and Mrs. Caleb Shrewsbury were harmless seventy-something-year-olds. The effects of age slightly impaired both, but their minds popped with brilliant moments of recall. They had in their possession a h...

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Do Over

Submitted to Contest #298

Do OverPrivate First Class U.S. Engineer Corps Frederick O'Reilly stepped down the steps of the train onto familiar ground. Eighteen long months from the time he left. Basic training and special engineer training followed by a heart rendering tour of duty behind front lines shuffling the wounded and the dying from wrenched trenches to overcrowded tent hospitals left him a changed man. The war to end all wars was finally brought to an armistice on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month. American troops in Europe were sent...

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Peonies and Fireflies

Shortlisted for Contest #298 ⭐️

To say that the chicken coop was in turmoil would be an understatement. It was in cacophony, at war, filled with the casualties of trauma. Feathers filled the air as if a down pillow had been hit with a shotgun. The terrified squawking of hens sounded like a siren’s choir. Shadows scattered every which way as the hanging lights swayed violently in the whirlwind of flapping wings. On the outside of the coop, a single fox observed the chaos, a dead chicken clamped in its jaws. The porch lights flicked on at the farm house, and the fox turned a...

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Marvelous Matches

Submitted to Contest #298

High above the fjord, Don wandered barefoot among the purple lupines, watching the eight free-range milk cows he knew by name. Then as the sun reached its zenith, he hunkered down against the heaving sides of his favorite, Dagros, and unpacked his lunch box. She ground her cud rhythmically while Don devoured the simple brown bread and goat’s cheese. Then cow and boy snuggled for a midday nap. But Don only dozed. His ears must stay alert for the clanging of the lead cow’s bell, his switch always in reach because every cow follows her directio...

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How to Be a Rock Star

Submitted to Contest #298

Hi, my name is Skye. I've just turned 24, and I spent the last eight years studying for and devoting my life to a career of internally fixing computers. Besides the job duties being completely monotonous and draining to my soul, it's good work I can pay the bills with and then some, but I never wanted this line of work. Since before I was born, my life has been carefully designed by my father, who passed away a week after my birthday while under hospice care from cancer of the lungs due to a lifetime of smoking those disgusting cigarettes. H...

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