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

150+ Friendship Short Stories to read

Submitted by writers on Reedsy Prompts to our weekly writing contest. Some would say that tales of friendship are some of the most moving of all. From childhood friends to brand new buds, you'll find a story to warm your heart here.

Friendship Short Stories – Page 10 of 10

We Meet Again

Thomas Mckinney

Weekly Contest #341

I was headed back to work at the paper after lunch break, (some break, eat and run). Anyway, I was on the run back to my desk and just got sat down, when the editor called me into his office. This cannot be good I thought, but in I went to a usually surly and grim faced boss.Don't get me wrong, I liked what a do. A roving reporter is better than stuck behind a desk all day. And most of the time Jeff our editor liked my stories. But there were those few times that I would get a grunt, a moan, and then everything that was wrong with my article...

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I want to be free

Nana Lemon

Weekly Contest #340

The light breeze ruffles the trees’ leaves and the smell of fresh summer air filled with the scent of flowers as well as dry grass and a subtle hint of moist forest floor is carried with it. A group of five is just leaving the shaded forest path and the sun shines with no clouds in sight. The sky is almost annoyingly brightly blue and the mood in the group is joyful. Their steps are light as if the bags on their backs don’t weigh a thing despite looking stuffed to the brim and their gear, weapons and shields, are nothing but decoration.A you...

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Finish Line

Jack Cannon

Weekly Contest #340

Jack Cannon2/5/2026 When I was young, I had a friend named Harvey who lived next door. We were the same age, going to the same school, and had the same favorite color, and in first grade, that makes you best friends. We would do everything together, from the walk to school, playtime on the playground, and we even walk home together. If one of us had something to do, we would always do it together. Harvey and I never got into too much trouble; we both had pretty strict parents growing up. My parents were more of the time-out and take away m...

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stop me if you think you've heard this one before

Nick Matsas

Weekly Contest #340

Peacock and ostrich feathers fall from the sky. No, no, make it snow from the sky. Under 32 degrees fahrenheit, water vapor bypasses the liquid phase, and crystalizes over America, just like her citizens, who clump together and… No, just say it snowed, please. It snowed. Now add a character. What kind? Well, what do good characters entail? Depends on what you mean by “good.” I guess interesting would be a better word. Something has to happen to them, something bad, and they usually have to want something. Ok. What about me? What about yo...

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Bird Brain

John K Adams

Weekly Contest #340

Bright light. Shimmering trees. A new day. I preen. The world begins again. Much like yesterday. Through the glass a single fluttering leaf. A few more join. Soon a silent chorus strives heavenward. The tree is well grounded. The cat enters and eyes me. Expectant. Patient. Predictable. What a fool. Wings flap. I taunt. Thinks I don’t know. Can’t trust anything with teeth. Except for Joey.They cover my cage for me. So, I can sleep. I hear them talk. Morning ritual. Young Joey folds the fabric cage cover and sets it aside.He said, “Good mornin...

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That Smells Off

Iz. N.

Weekly Contest #340

I stare at the picture of myself. Brown soft hair framing a round face, clear skin. I seldom take selfies. Or stare in the mirror for that matter. It bothers me, somehow ticking me as self -absorbed. The sun bounces off my image, resulting in an sorbet-orange hue. My eyes drift to the page hastily ripped from an old notebook on my way out the door, relaxing on the console.The list.Three columns of doom. Two uneven lines divide the paper. A grease splotch on the corner from a package of McNuggets that evaded the last car cleaning session.My f...

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SUGAR

Theodore Bax

Weekly Contest #340

SUGAR The handsome little boy presses his nose to the glass and looks at me longingly. I try to look cute. A bit of a stretch for a strange-looking beagle/basset mix puppy. I have a long, stocky basset body. And an engaging beagle face with floppy ears like Snoopy. My elite nose leads to fun and trouble! I look straight into his mesmerizing blue eyes. Young and kind, he has a baby face, a full head of jet-black hair, and a deep tan from playing soccer. I think I heard his daddy say he’s 10. But he looks 7. I’ll only allow the best ...

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Friday Night at Cozy Corner

Zack Herman

Weekly Contest #340

I’m seated in my usual booth at the Cozy Corner Café. It’s Friday night, and it’s raining. Merle Haggard is playing on the jukebox. If he can make it through December, everything’s gonna be alright, he knows. Well, it’s October and I’m not as sure as Merle is about things being alright. I dip one of my fries in the ketchup on my plate and take a bite.“Gonna need anything else, Claude?” Beyth’s voice asks over my right shoulder. Tall, slender, blonde Beth, the only server on duty tonight. Sweet, lovely Beth. She makes me wish that I was many ...

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Archie in Trouble

Weekly Contest #340

The OwnerOllie and I were enjoying a brief respite from the relentless January rain and taking a much needed walk around the country park. Sticking to the gravel pathways helped us avoid the worst of the mud. Although splatter quickly soaked the undercarriage of Ollie’s PJs as he investigated the soggy verges for interesting scents.As we approached the bend in the path, I spotted a familiar couple heading our way.‘Hey Ollie, it’s your friend Archie,’ I told my doodle dog. Archie was on lead and even at a distance did not appear his usual buo...

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My Person

Weekly Contest #340

My person is here. Sometimes, when the light outside is like this, he is gone, and I am here alone. The times he is here are the best times. He is moving around and doing things to his body. He walks past me to the front of the house. I get up and walk to him quickly. He’s sitting down putting those things on his feet. I whine and spin in a circle. He makes some sounds, and I hear “go”. I bark loudly, and he holds the rope close to me. I hear the familiar sound that means we are going outside. We took a walk to a building where he told me t...

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The Púca Verse

Nick Matsas

Weekly Contest #340

After currying favor with an Anglo magistrate, Joseph O’Fallon was granted a five month leave of absence from building Duckett’s Grove during the 21st year of its construction to see if his uncle, one Will O’Fallon, was dead or alive after a peculiar wind blew in from Dingle, County Kerry, to his home under the rocks of Kernanstown Cromlech, County Carlow in the province of Leinster. Joseph promised to fly the Union Jack over his Uncle, dead or alive, but unbeknownst to the magistrate, Joseph’s fingers were crossed behind his back.The walk w...

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Big Trees Down

Chrysa Leoni

Weekly Contest #340

The forest had no music, only sounds—monotonous and sudden. Kalia had been working as a forest ranger for five years now. She was the only woman ranger in that area, though statistics like that meant nothing to her. It was enough that she was doing a job she loved. Protecting the forest from illegal logging, poaching, and the unlawful dumping of industrial waste was exactly what she wanted to do. That, and raising her only son. In that, she had a great deal of help from her mother. She was trying to return to university. She had separated fr...

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What the Scissors Saw

Weekly Contest #340

Belinda often wished her clients knew what she did. Years of cutting, dying, perming, and washing their hair allowed her to see each person in ways they may not have even let their closest friends see them. For some reason, when people sat down in a salon chair, they perceived it as a safe space. Whatever mask they hid their true expressions behind dropped as their hair trimmings dropped to the floor. Introverts who never gossiped told Belinda about the worst person they worked with or the family member who was causing drama. Extroverts who...

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My Dear Friend Lloyd

Weekly Contest #340

I wish I could speak to you. To tell you that I knew what you were saying. That I understood every word, every sigh, every story you told me while tying your shoes or rinsing a mug at the sink. I wish I could tell you that I, too, had lived a human life… before this one. That once, I roamed the world the way you do now, in a human body.My life then was different. I had a family. A wife and two children. Two girls, Alfa and Mia. We lived simply in the countryside in Cork. I was a professor at the local college and spent my days talking about ...

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A Dog's Tale: Through My Eyes

Toni Papia

Weekly Contest #340

I wake before the sun, my nose twitching with the promise of a new day. The world is quiet, except for the distant hum of a car and the soft breathing of my human, Sam, curled up in the bed above me. I stretch, paws reaching forward, tail wagging in anticipation. The air smells of last night’s rain, damp earth, and the faint aroma of bacon, remnants of yesterday’s breakfast. My stomach rumbles, but I know better than barking. Patience is a virtue, or so Sam says.I listen for the sounds that mean morning, the creak of the floorboards, the shu...

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