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Submitted by writers on Reedsy Prompts to our weekly writing contest. The world is colorful and diverse, and so your reading list should be. Discover a multitude of experiences and perspectives with this collection of short stories written about and by people of color.

People of color Short Stories – Page 31 of 31

Messy

Submitted to Contest #53

It was July 31, my birthday. I reached into the cooler, grabbed another popsicle wrapped in white plastic and handed it to the last person in line. The boy grinned, “Thank you!” Air whistled through the numerous gaps in his teeth. I smiled and reached for the last cherry popsicle, the one I had been saving for myself. When I looked up, I had expected the boy to be gone, but there he was staring right at me. “I like the beads in your hair,” he said, his mouth and tongue completely purple. I giggled, “I can put some in your hair if you...

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one is a kite

Mollie A

Submitted to Contest #49

“Do you want to come with me?” I look from Anna’s brown eyes downward to her fingers that grasped tightly onto the hands of her two boys on either side of her. Their brown eyes were curious; awaiting an answer just like their mom was. I told Anna I wanted more time to think, and if I could get back to her. Anna gave me a half smile and a small nod. She told me to take whatever time I needed and that there was always room for me, no matter what. With that, Anna left to take her children to school, and I watched her leave. Then I walked ba...

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Nothing Else

Grey Oberst

Submitted to Contest #49

“Excuse me? Young man?” Kiyoshi looked behind him, raising his mask back over his mouth and nose. Standing there was an older man, possibly around his late fifties, with dripping wet hair and slightly bloated skin. He was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, though he didn’t seem at all bothered by that. “This is where you line up to be judged, yeah?” Kiyoshi nodded. “Good, good. You know, I’ve been looking for this place for what feels like hours. Though, I guess it’s probably been at least a few days, if I’m being ho...

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A Writer's Shackled Soul

Submitted to Contest #46

She dragged her feet off of the couch she had fallen asleep on last night. This was the third night in a row she had fallen asleep out of her bed; out of their bed. The thought brought back a fresh onslaught of tears to her eyes but she didn't let them fall. If she did, she would lose a good part of her day on the couch, with the added disadvantage of a pounding headache, and swollen, puffy eyes. It wasn't that she missed him terribly; she had made her peace with his impending demise a long time ago. She had seen him suffer ev...

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BLUE-YELLOW, YELLOW-BLUE

Joel Malvo

Submitted to Contest #45

Every fox’s face in the village of Foxytrot was filled with shock as little Gerald walked through the main street for the first time. They had heard that the Finleys had had a rather unusual looking baby fox recently, but what they saw before their eyes was something unbelievable. Nobody had seen Gerald before as the Finleys had kept him in the house and only taken him for walks around their garden. Their house was situated at the outskirts of the village where not many villagers went. But now it was time for Gerald to go to school and the s...

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Point Hope

Nayab Ahmar

Submitted to Contest #45

WAKE UP I woke up with a gasp. Gulping in large amounts of air, my head shrieked in agony from the sudden intrusion in my mind. My vision was blurry, and all I could hear was a soft whirring sound. I tried to remember what happened, but my mind was blank.Slowly, my vision regained focus and the sharp pain in my head subsided to a dull throb, allowing me to take in my surroundings for the first time.The room was bare except for the bed I was on and a monitor on the wall, which was showing a stream of numbers and letters I couldn’t understand....

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Generations

Trish Beauchemin

Submitted to Contest #45

My father was a racist. Not the kind that truly hated minorities or burned crosses in people’s yards, but the kind that, out of ignorance, would say insensitive and dismissive things. It was not really his fault. He was simply a product of his time. Out of fear or out of habit, I’m not sure which, he isolated himself within our mostly white, upper middle class community of God-fearing Christians. In order to isolate his children, he sent us to Catholic schools. He once said to me that he did so because at public schools we would be exposed t...

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QQ, Amy- By Anou Swami

Anou S

Submitted to Contest #42

"LMAO, Bitch. You can't actually be serious," Amy smirked down at me. She's always had it out for me, and I don't know why. We were friends in Kindergarten and 1st grade, when we both joined Pierre Deaumont Charter. In 2nd grade, we had been put in separate classes, so we started to grow apart. I had never dreamt that we'd be enemies though! Yet it had happened. In 3rd grade, we were once again in different classes, but she went out of her way to find me and tease me. She had blossomed into a bully by 4th grade. Elsewhere, she'd b...

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Dots

Submitted to Contest #39

Mama?Yes, my child?What are those dots up in the sky?Those are the stars, Iyabo.What are they made of?They are made of our people. When someone dies, they go up into heaven and become a guardian.How many are there?Only God knows, my child. Too many to number, too many to know.But do you?Do I…?Do you know them?A few of them, yes.Which ones?See that one, right between that cloud and the moon?Yes, mama?That is your great-uncle Abioye. He was a mighty warrior. He won many of our wars for us, and he gave his life for the honor of our people.What ...

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The Prize Of Age

Chrissaint Trivett

Submitted to Contest #1

Age is the beginning of life, which is the original language of your life to mark the beginning of your centenary. without age, life is nothing: without life, age is meaningless - Dr, your milestone begins today.Lightening a hundred candles to celebrate your life is more important than silver and gold. The candle we light tonight brings light to other peoples lives.Building a hundred steps of cake to share your centenary is a beautiful thing in the mind of the guest present here tonight.Setting a hundred chairs and tables to share the cake b...

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