Menu

Menu
Prompts
Contests
Stories
Blog
Featured stories
Activity feed

Discover weekly, the best short stories

Looking for a steady supply of teens & young adult short stories? Every week thousands of writers submit stories to our writing contest.

5380+ Teens & young adult Short Stories to read

Submitted by writers on Reedsy Prompts to our weekly writing contest. Looking for the best short stories for teens? Our collection of funny, suspenseful, and relatable young adult short stories will meet your needs.

Teens & young adult Short Stories – Page 354 of 359

Shy Guy

Submitted to Contest #54

Trust me, I’ve heard everything,” Alan said. “I don’t think you can list something I haven’t thought about already.” Alan was splayed on his bed. He felt uncomfortable laying like this with someone else in the room, even if it was Sally. But he also didn’t feel like moving. “I think you can do it. You just have to practice,” Sally said, looking down at Alan’s strange position. His left hand was under his head and the other arm was sticking straight out, dangling over the side of the bed. His legs were straight but lay awkwardly apart from ea...

15 likes 6 comments 6
Read story

Phases of the Rhoon

Submitted to Contest #54

Treatment for proposed TV series.Anthology show: SECOND CHANCESEpisode One: Phases of the RhoonScene One-We open on the cluttered, messy, but not filthy double wide trailer of Langdon Janssen (late 60's), a weathered old cuss with thinning white hair, known as GRANTHER to his trio of grandchildren all from Granther's daughter Shaunessy, the... Free Spirit. DOBBIN (12) is a befreckled ginger with a mop of blazing red hair, the bangs from which tend to cover his eyes like a shaggy dog. SOJOURN (9), from a different father, is a slightly built ...

21 likes 12 comments 12
Read story

The Ouija Board

Submitted to Contest #53

Phoebe leaned over the table, forearms pressed to the wood, to whisper to Maxon, “Don’t tell Julia, because I know it was hard for her to find this place, and I definitely need the vacation, but this house is creepy.”  Maxon widened his eyes, leaning towards her, “I know. The ceiling creaks so much, and I swear I heard someone knock on my door and, like, rattle the doorknob at three a.m. this morning, but neither of you were up.”  “Wait, really? I-” “Hey guys,” Julia pushed open the bedroom door with her toe, a large brown box w...

29 likes 19 comments 19
Read story

The Eternal Summer of Somner

Submitted to Contest #53

Kids waited in lines for a refreshing ice cream cone from a sweat-drenched vendor, only for their long-awaited treat to melt in the cone. I licked my parched lips, feeling thirst well up in my throat, and I greeted it like an old friend. From my hideout in the crook of the slide at the deserted playground on an near empty avenue, I tried to peel my perspiring skin from the plastic play-set. Halfway through the sticky ordeal, I gave up, slumping back into the sliver of shade. I contemplated trying to find a building whose air conditioning was...

16 likes 1 comment 1
Read story

Summer Dreams

Submitted to Contest #53

“Tell me again why living in Florida during the summer is a good thing,” I said, turning on the garden hose. “It's nothing but nonstop heatwaves.”Sitting nearby on a lawn chair, my roommate and best friend Crystal let out an exaggerated sigh. “I would but I’m suffering from heatstroke so hurry up and hand over the water.”“You don’t think this is a bit pathetic?” I adjusted the flow to an easy stream before handing the hose to her. “Sitting in our backyard, dressed in hot pants and tank tops while soaking each other with a garden hose?”“You g...

11 likes 1 comment 1
Read story

Cherry Popsicle Day

Submitted to Contest #53

“Let me have it!” gushed out despairingly as he grasped at the melting cherry Popsicle just out of reach on the cement floor, it’s scarlet image blurred by the tears in his eyes. The soaring August heat was rapidly turning the Popsicle into a heap of cherry slush. A brutal booted foot smashed down on his hand, splintering Tyrell’s slender fingers, as another boot swung like a wrecking ball into his teeth and nose, again, again...“Hey, guys, Pumpkinhead wants his bloody Popsicle, should we let him have it?” Angelo snarled. Luke and Rodrigo, t...

20 likes 2 comments 2
Read story

Our Big Day

Submitted to Contest #53

“R.I.P Cherry Popsicle, you will be missed”, I watched as my best friend Olli’s popsicle slid off the stick and on to the ground.  “C’mon! Is one perfectly good popsicle too much to ask for!”, she wailed. I laughed, Olli had the worst luck, and I probably should’ve seen that coming when I offered her a popsicle from a nearby vendor. “Don’t laugh! You purposely gave me a faulty popsicle as a trick! You're always tricking me! Little snake!”, she got up and marched to the nearest trash can. Before I could respond, Carmen pulled up in the...

55 likes 10 comments 10
Read story

My final days before going away to college.

Submitted to Contest #53

I would describe my last week home before leaving for college as chaos. This year is going to be my Sophomore year which makes it a little easier compared to last year since I know what to do and what to expect but still, I was in two minds the entire week. Fortunately I had Stephanie, my best friend and college roommate to help balance the insanity. We were roommates last semester so it only made sense that we paired up again. A great roommate can make all the difference in school so when you find one never let them go. Bribe them to stay. ...

13 likes 1 comment 1
Read story

Home

Submitted to Contest #52

The television light flickered as the couple in it enveloped each other in a long and passionate kiss. Their lips molded into each other like a fitted glove before they breathlessly broke apart and exchanged heated “I love yous.” Their eyes were dreamy but fiery as they gazed deeply at each other — as if nothing else mattered at that moment standing beneath the moonlight alongside the shimmering sheen of the river’s inky surface. Tch. She scoffed. Love like that didn’t exist in the real world, so pure, untainted, and true. In the real worl...

6 likes 0 comments 0
Read story

The Memorial

Submitted to Contest #52

The way the streets are packed full of people sweating in the summer sun reminds me of the battlefield, where we had been pushed so close together that when a soldier fell, their corpse landed on whoever was next to them. I’ve had trouble with crowds since then, but I am here today by necessity.  Today is the memorial.  It was Marcia’s idea to honor the dead, and she planned the whole thing, picking the venue, the caterers, even the flowers. That was before we realized her wound was infected, before she started rotting from the i...

27 likes 8 comments 8
Read story

The Candidate

Submitted to Contest #52

She used to spend hours gazing up at the stars, my Mama. I gazed up at them with her. My small body pressed into hers, the two of us gawking at the tiny, twinkling orbs overhead. Faint music coming from the radio, long-since rescued from the junkyard and put to good use again, wafting around us. In those moments, it was just me and her. Against the bills piling up on the table in the rickety wooden house. Against the notice tucked inside my mother's sock drawer, the one I knew, even then, I wasn't supposed to see, but I peeked at it any...

42 likes 11 comments 11
Read story

Good Old Places.

Submitted to Contest #51

  “Oh no! I´m running late for work,” exclaimed Victoria setting off her alarm, “I really hate Mondays” She ran to her kitchen to prepare some coffee and a quick breakfast. She liked using a French press for her coffee because it tasted better than instant coffee. After drinking her beverage and eating her food, she jumped straight into the shower. Then dressed herself in a green outfit and applied minimal makeup, making sure her appearance looked effortless. After her whole morning routine, she grabbed her car keys and drove to her off...

14 likes 2 comments 2
Read story

A demon from the past

Submitted to Contest #52

I woke up startled by a crash at my bedroom door. I switched on the lamp, put one foot at a time out of bed, still dizzy from that startle, and taking the silk robe I had crumpled at the foot of the bed, dressed it and approached the door, my heart racing, wanting to escape through my mouth. I didn't open the door. I lifted the eyelid from the door and moved closer until I could see something on the other side. A brownish eye was all I could see. I jumped back, startled. I knew that eye. It was him. It couldn't be happening. I trie...

45 likes 5 comments 5
Read story

The Stories We Wish To Erase

Submitted to Contest #51

She was fighting a war against herself from the moment the heel of her stiletto landed on the pavement. She was a fully grown woman with the curves and assets to prove it. Her manicured nails were filed to perfection. Tendrils of raven curls blended in with the black of her dress. From the outside, she appeared unaffected and stoic; the perfect and elegant woman she’d managed to grow into through her own merits. But with every unwavering step she took towards the house, she found herself resisting the urge to turn around, get into her car an...

110 likes 44 comments 44
Read story

Under the Stars

Submitted to Contest #51

“Ptolemy developed a geocentric model of the universe,” she said, “where this planet was the central point around which all other heavenly bodies revolved.” “Also did a lot for modern geography and cartography, but no one ever mentions that,” I mumbled. “And then Copernicus presented the heliocentric model—the truth—and was persecuted.” “Actually, his book was published almost posthumously. The real controversy began when Galileo agreed with it and angered the Catholic church.” “I’m trying to make a point,” she said flatly. “Oh, sorry. Is t...

9 likes 0 comments 0
Read story
RBE | Illustrated Short Stories | 2024-06

Bring your short stories to life

Fuse character, story, and conflict with tools in Reedsy Studio. All for free.