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Looking for a steady supply of drama short stories? Every week thousands of writers submit stories to our writing contest.

150+ Drama Short Stories to read

Submitted by writers on Reedsy Prompts to our weekly writing contest. Being one of the most popular genres among the submissions to our weekly contest, the drama short stories collected below include riveting works you won’t want to miss.

Drama Short Stories – Page 6 of 10

Shiny New Wheels

Weekly Contest #347

It’s all I ever wanted. I walk beside the man who might steal my dream and inheritance right from under me. How did this even happen? How did it get so far without warning signs? Or did I just miss them? It’s hot as ball out here as we walk from the dealership to Ricky’s Bar a block away, and Ben’s voice drones on, happy and fast, while I can barely hear over my pounding heart. His cologne is killing me in the heat. Why did I say yes when he asked me to walk over for lunch? Because I wanted to get into his head. Feel this out. Find out what ...

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From a false truth to a lie the path is blurred: in search of the truth for the manager of a property

Weekly Contest #347

This is a story that draws on an authentic experience.It is a story that hides a fraud and a false belief but let us start from the beginning. The story is set in Italy, in a northern region called Emilia Romagna in a small, quiet, historic, and humertous town called Ferrara. The manager of a small Room and Breakfast guest house hosted a Chilean lady named Alexandra Lorena for a good two weeks in the company of her father Enrique from Chile. From the very beginning, the lady told the room and breakfast manager that she was in Italy to divorc...

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Revelation

Weekly Contest #347

As we enter the grand metropolis of Friona, I direct Ben down a farm to market road, south from the middle of town to the Smith ranch. The house is a large red-brick, ranch-style surrounded by flat, barren pasture—a world far different than mine. Ben pulls up behind cars and pickup trucks haphazardly parked. “Let’s go do this.” I’m ready for battle. He retrieves my bag of gifts from the trunk and follows me up the walk. We’re greeted by loud talk and laughter and the smell of smoked turkey and apple pie. I deposit the bag of presents next to...

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The Blue Note Lounge

Weekly Contest #347

"Another Twizzler? Shnooks, how long we been burnin' doobs together—since grade school? And ya still can't roll for shit? Spark it and let's get back inside—my hands are going numb.”Mutsy and Shnooks hurried back into the Blue Note, shivering as they found their stools. On the mahogany, frozen fingers, too numb to grasp, pushed bits of tarnished copper and silver around—hunting for one last pull.A deep baritone from directly behind spoke."Get my two friends here a double of Macallan. Each. Neat."The bartender nodded toward the voice’s owner ...

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Don’t scream

Weekly Contest #347

The night sweats were getting worse, the dreams so vivid it hurt. Natashia woke up every morning on the dot at 4:00am. The sheets on the floor, her body in a fetal position shivering. Every day she could see just a little bit more into her dream.This morning she got out of bed, made herself a hot chocolate, put on a robe and sat on the love seat. She decided that sleep was not an option today. She needed to be focussed at work. A huge presentation was gnawing at her from within. Natashia had to convince her team to exclude water skiing at th...

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Debbie's Lie

Weekly Contest #347

The first thing I felt when I understood I'd been wrong about the only thing in the world that mattered was the urge to buy a gun. Not to cry. Not to pray. Not to call my mother. A gun. Go to Haskell's on Ridley Road, where the guitars hang on the wall behind the rifles. Put the cash on the counter. Feel in my hand the weight of a thing that doesn't lie. Walk out and shoot the first person I saw. The guy at the gas station. The woman dragging her trash cans. The kid standing on his pedals, cap on sideways. Anyone. I needed something to fall ...

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Dead Air

Weekly Contest #347

A consistent beeping calls me back to consciousness. I slowly open my eyes, staring up at bright lights that blind me, and I snap them shut again."East?" My mother's worried voice reaches me. "Easton, open your eyes."I blink against the light. I try to swallow but it burns. I try to move my arm to rub my neck, but it won't move. My heart starts pounding, panic creeping up my chest.My mother's hand grasps my arm. "Deep breaths, baby," she whispers.I take a staggered breath and try to calm myself. I open my mouth to ask what happened, but when...

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Auto Delete

Shortlisted for Contest #346 ⭐️

Got a sec? No Not really… Urgent?KindaYesDefinitely In mtg Email?Feels safer on signal Jeez FineOr phone? Cant Mtg???LEAVEWut mtg Can’t Steve is here Pickering all staffScene of the crime Not funnyKinda is Fine hat up *whatHrd Kelly giving evidence ...

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Nevermind the Spiders

Weekly Contest #346

*note* while there are triggers and mention of violence there is nothing graphic. Only glanced over as reference. Never mind the spiders, they are good luck. It is the bird cages you have to watch out for. I grew up with a distinct dislike for bird cages. It always seemed like such an awful thing to do to a bird that was meant to fly. My mother doted on hers. Clipped their wings carefully and put them back in their cage. She taught them to speak but covered the cage when they chattered too much or became too troublesome. My grandmother mad...

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Diana and Albert

Weekly Contest #346

I am a lawyer, and in the course of the workplace litigation in which I am engaged, I meet often with the most striking digital communication between colleagues, executives, workers, subordinates, secretaries, and the like. Whether or not corporations and companies should legally be considered persons or entities or partnerships, no one can dispute that within them all are human beings, making the best (or the worst) of the cards life has dealt them before it’s time to “shuffle off this mortal coil.” The following email correspondence perta...

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Coming Home

Weekly Contest #347

Anna’s finger hesitated in front of the doorbell. It had taken her ten minutes just to gather the courage to step out of her car. The cold wind that brushed her cheeks and sent a shiver down her spine wasn’t helping. She tugged her jacket tighter, trying to find some comfort in the situation. Anna’s gaze traveled up the length of the double doors painted green and embroidered with flowers. They looked as though they belonged in a fairytale- like whatever was on the other side should mirror a dream instead of the nightmare she remembered. Th...

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The Long Way Back

Weekly Contest #346

Mara is good at leaving. It’s 5 a.m. on an ordinary Tuesday, and her blue Honda Civic is overpacked—stuffed past reason, past intention. Designer suitcases sit half-zipped in the backseat alongside blue Walmart totes, likely handed down from her mother, whose version of organization has always looked suspiciously like chaos. (The apple doesn’t fall far.) There are takeout containers going on a week old, a ZZ plant named Therapuss, and a stack of possibly classified files she “forgot” to return. She slides Therapuss into the passenger seat, a...

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A Dog's Road

Weekly Contest #346

As an angel, I hear lot of confessions. What some would do differently. What some would take back. What some would amend if given the chance. My job was to escort the newly departed to their new station in heaven. I’ve been in purgatory, which is the place between souls wandering aimlessly on earth, and heaven; being able to help rising souls find their place is a joy to me as well as a duty. When I meet a certain quota, I will be admitted through the pearly gates. They aren’t exactly ‘pearly’ by the way, but tall columns with no apex, like ...

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Officer Davis’ Mission

Weekly Contest #346

Officer Davis sat in her office in a police station, looking at her new mission, which was investigating someone whom the police suspected as a sex offender. “The force has suspected this guy to be a sex criminal for a while,” thought Officer Davis, “I am logging on, and messaging this guy.” “My mission is to try to see if he really is a creep, and then try to find a time so that the rest of the task force can search his house.” Officer Davis then logged on to a messaging website named Partnerfinder, and found the target, who was named Chris...

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The Unsatisfied Time Traveller

Weekly Contest #346

I tried reasoning with the girl behind the counter, whose hair was the colour of pink sand, but she would not lower the price.“It’s already discounted,” she said, tapping her finger against a machine that was made out of glass in front. It could fit in her hand and it glowed against the side of her face.“Perhaps that machine of yours has made a mistake.”“Are you gonna pay for it or not?” she asked.“You are asking twenty-five dollars for this?” I replied. “That, where I come from, miss, would be considered a crime.”She stared at me for a mome...

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