150+ Best LGBTQ+ Short Stories to Read Online for Free - Reedsy Prompts

1. Talking to Grass and Granite

Submitted to Contest #304

Shook. Kevin was "shook," once again, just being here. 55-year-old Kevin Woodward sat in the grass before a well-established grave and lowered one red rose to the headstone in the Saranac Cemetery on David Highway in Saranac, Michigan. Over the many years, he went to many burials here; his family was buried across the street, but he would never get over this one. Although he would go on to have a productive life, he would never forget this loss. “You know, it has been three and a half decades, and I still miss you,” Kevin said.“I’m going t...

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The Cabin Mouse

Jes Oakheart

Submitted to Contest #303

Lucy shrieked and brandished her spoon as a mouse scurried across the cabin floor. The meat in the pot on the woodstove needed tending and her cutting board was full of half-chopped parsnips and leeks. “Violet is going to be here at dusk!” she called to the black cat sleeping on the heavily clawed armchair. “Get up you lazy bones, and do something about that mouse!” She returned to cooking, trying to avoid a late dinner. She wanted to impress Violet and having a mouse scampering around the cabin was unacceptable. But making their meal was ru...

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Forget

Clarke Starburd

Submitted to Contest #303

“I’ll miss you.” “I know.” “I just want to make sure you do.” “You’ve said that like thirty times in the last hour.” “I know.” Lenore sat on her floor, folding another skirt, the green one with the gray stripes. I was cross legged on her bed. I had offered to help her pack, but she insisted she could do it herself, that she would have to while she was away. “I’ll write,” she promised, again. The conversation of the past hour had cycled through many times and I was getting tired of it. “Every day, if you want. I’ll write you silly letters...

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The Choices We Make

Emily Casewell

Submitted to Contest #303

It’s my fourth funeral this week and I spend most of it wondering if anyone notices the mustard stain on my dress from the last funeral’s catering. If they do, they don’t say anything but I catch a few rogue glances from the neighboring pew.After the service, I join the queue to offer my condolences to the bereaved. I shake their hands one-by-one and say “I’m sorry for your loss”. When I glance up at their face, I focus on the bridge of their nose. If I looked into their eyes, I fear they’d hear my thoughts screaming “It’s my fault they’re d...

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Two Lies

Bailey Peters

Submitted to Contest #303

“The decision will be made tomorrow. As of now, this meeting has officially concluded.” Chairs scraped the ground as they were pulled out from the tables cluttering the throne room. Nobles clapped and cheered, whispering among themselves about the coming decision. The Queen was going to rule that all from the Lower Isles were to follow martial law. Every hearing under the suffocating lights of the chandelier agreed, every aristocrat in the room chanting for the peons to be controlled and silenced. I knew it would be so; it is why I spent my ...

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In Love With the "Perfect" Girl

Lydia Kirk

Submitted to Contest #303

"I didn't have a choice!" Rose yelled at me from across the street.It was raining on a Friday afternoon after a dance practice. Rose did dance for the school, and I worked as stage crew for the play that was in a few months. We met up after play practice and dance practice. It was about five hours after another argument at lunch, apparently neither of us had gotten over it.The argument was over Rose's stupid boyfriend, Myles. He is your stereotypical "peaked in high school" guy. Quarterback, handsome, and beautiful girlfriend. We were arguin...

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Dear Caleb,

K.C. Terra

Submitted to Contest #303

This house still smells like you. Not your cologne (not like you never wore any) or that weird deodorant that you swore by all throughout high school. It’s more like the laundry my mom would pull off the line, and a trace of cedar from that carved box you made in woods class and kept under your bed. It’s been years, and your room still holds its breath like it’s waiting for us to finish the conversation we never did.I sat on your bed today. The quilt’s still rumpled in the corner, like your feet had to kick free while you slept. I remember s...

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Little Miss "Perfect"

Ashley Sawh

Submitted to Contest #303

Opening my front door, I stepped into my house, dragging my feet along the cold wooden floor. As I took off my shoes, my mother came downstairs. “Why did you come home so late?” She asked me. “It’s past your curfew! You should have called.” I spun around and opened the closet where the shoes are stored, taking off my sneakers and placing them on the metal rack. “I’m sorry.” “You should be, Amanda. We have church in the morning, we have to be up early.” “I know, I know.” “Well clearly you don’t.” She put her hand out as I turned to face her. ...

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24. Some Real "Who Shot JR?" Stuff, Brother.

Chris (Zan) Hough

Submitted to Contest #303

After talking to Sarah on the phone, Curt returned to sit with Kevin in the living room, bringing him tea. There was a lot to process. During the homecoming dance, a tornado had grazed their high school the previous night. They were trapped in a closet during the storm. Kevin’s injuries could have just as easily been a serious head injury, but he escaped with just a rash from flying debris, which may not have happened if he had not moved quickly to protect his boyfriend. Then, they stayed up all night to make sure Kevin didn’t have a concuss...

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The Reluctant Accomplice

Olivia Benavides

Submitted to Contest #303

The headlights of passing cars streaked across our bedroom ceiling like searching spotlights. I lay awake, listening to the gentle rhythm of Eliza's breathing beside me, wondering if tonight would be the night I'd finally tell her everything. The digital clock on the nightstand blinked 3:17 AM. In four hours, I would need to make a decision that would change both our lives forever, and I didn't have a choice. My phone vibrated on the nightstand. I slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom, closing the door before checking the message. I...

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Hi Janie, It's Rachel

Jes Oakheart

Submitted to Contest #302

“Hi Janie, it’s Rachel. I just left ballet class and I was hoping to catch you before your shift started. I wanted to let you know how much I love you. You’re so thoughtful, kind, and smart. I am so lucky to be your girlfriend. Can’t wait to see you tonight! Love ya.” The voicemail arrived in Felicity’s inbox mid-morning on a Tuesday from a number she did not recognize. Felicity was busy and gave the voicemail a single courtesy listen before carrying on with her day. She didn’t delete it, though. Perhaps she planned to text the number that h...

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Stagnant

Gemma Y

Submitted to Contest #302

TW: Descriptions of drowning. A white mist of brittle air escaped from Wren’s lips. Cautiously, she tiptoed through rubble and broken glass, avoiding murky puddles and damp mould. She raised her gaze to observe the faded sea-green hair of the person blazing the trail ahead of her, dimly illuminated by the pitiful rays of blue light emitted from her torch.“Hey, Fran? How much further?” She called out to them, stumbling clumsily over a soggy scrap of cardboard, catching herself just short of a black mass of mould. She sighed, relieved.“Shh! Ke...

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9. To Want A Guy Like Me

Chris (Zan) Hough

Submitted to Contest #302

To Want A Guy Like Meby Zan HoughThe calendar flipped to July, and in no time at all, the Ionia Free Fair was here. This was a big deal across Michigan and beyond because people came from all over for the Free Fair, including politicians, national talent such as country music stars, and celebrities of all walks. This was a place to be seen, promoted, discovered, or elected. It was Kevin’s first time, and he didn’t expect such a big deal. Vince Gill was on stage when they arrived, so there were wall-to-wall people.“This is your first. Your fi...

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The Grieved

Frankie García-Collyer

Submitted to Contest #302

It’s fascinating how families can maintain their mythology, how they rewrite history through selected photographs and curated anecdotes. James’ family excelled at this. When Uncle’s gloom grew too obvious, he became a creative. When Grandmother’s confusion passed into malice, it was her age. Reality is malleable in families. Standing in his childhood living room, musty with disuse, James could see this process unfold again. The wall that had once displayed a chronological gallery of family photos now contained a conspicuous gap. Pictures fr...

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Jam

Enzed Dreamz

Submitted to Contest #301

The plates in the sink were unusually grimy today.Not the usual filmy residue of leftover food— that has a significantly different feeling. It was sticky and viscous like tar, it clung to the man’s fingers and left tracks of redit could be jamThe man pondersHe thinks the kid quite liked jam, maybe he had spilt it on the plate by mistakeBut then again, the jam he bought wasn’t smooth, pieces of fruit usually interfered with the uniform textureAnd hadn’t David told him that he was allergic to the red jam?He can’t quite remember why, maybe it w...

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1. Talking to Grass and Granite

The Cabin Mouse

Forget

The Choices We Make

Two Lies

In Love With the "Perfect" Girl

Dear Caleb,

Little Miss "Perfect"

24. Some Real "Who Shot JR?" Stuff, Brother.

The Reluctant Accomplice

Hi Janie, It's Rachel

Stagnant

9. To Want A Guy Like Me

The Grieved

Jam