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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 2 of 10

My Love Affair

Atlas Wilder

Weekly Contest #350

My Love Affair by Atlas Wilder Arthur didn't have a midlife crisis. He had a midlife arrest. He stood in the interrogation room, his knees knocking together like maracas, staring at the plastic divider that separated him from the officer who looked as if he’d been chewing on a lemon for a decade. Arthur's knees had never knocked like this before, not even during his disastrous presentation at the regional accounting conference last spring. That time, he'd been merely embarrassed professionally. Tonight, he faced something far worse—humili...

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Good Advice

Megan Fisher

Weekly Contest #350

If Jiya didn’t stop wringing her hands, she was going to be mistaken for an octogenarian from the wrists down before she was 35. Naomi bit her lip, trying to refrain from saying anything. Jiya clearly did not need any added stress today. She had arrived uncharacteristically before Naomi and chosen the table in the back corner of the coffee shop instead of their usual seat by the window. Her eyes kept darting to the door every time it jingled open and her knee was vibrating. She had a reason for setting up this coffee date, and it wasn’t soci...

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With Hardship Comes Ease

Aya M

Weekly Contest #350

“Lora! Breakfast!” Lora’s mother called out.Lora rolled over sleepily and put a pillow over her head, drowning out the birds’ cheerful chirping. The light faded to a dim glow, and Lora enjoyed the sleepy peace for a few seconds. But soon her haven of quiet faded away as the pillow was yanked off her head and the covers were thrown off. The chilly Stonebridge air washed over her ankles. Lora met her mother’s hard gaze and, reluctantly, sighed.“Okay, Ma. I’ll get up.” Lora said finally.Unspoken words passed between the two, and with a small sm...

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Absurdist Enlightenment for the Entitled Generation

J. A. Greene

Weekly Contest #350

(*Moo* sound every 122 words) Once upon a time, there was a -*Knock Knock*Uhh... Who's there?"It's me! You dumbass."But... I haven't gotten to you yet."What do you mean you haven't gotten to me yet? I'm right here!"Yes, but you weren't supposed to be introduced yet!"Yet?"Yes, you're part of a story."Story? My ass. If this is a story, where's the setting?"Uhh..."Yeah, that's what I thought! There's no story."But there is a story."None that I can see. And hey! Why do I get quotations and you don't?"Pardon?"Why do I get quotations around what I...

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The Best Cup of Tea

Michele Duncanson

Weekly Contest #350

Monday morning a package came in the mail. Mrs. Stevenson was excited, nothing like a package to start your day off right. To be on the safe side she got her cane and walked onto the porch. From there she could see her new neighbor getting into his car wearing shorts, a tee shirt and a baseball cap on backwards. She snorted. The man was fifty if he was a day, had two grown children, she’d seen them visit. He was an accountant for goodness sakes, someplace in Southport. Yet he dressed like he was twenty. Did he really dress like that for work...

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For The Ages

Opal St. Gerald

Weekly Contest #350

“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to the Connor Pratt Show! I’m your host, Connor Pratt, and joining us here tonight are two very special guests—one a complete unknown making his grand debut at this year’s awards season and the other a living legend with one of the most extensive filmographies in Hollywood history, starring in ‘The Baroness in Barcelona,’ Mister Ace Hart and Little Miss Gracie Belleview!” The audience roared, and that was their cue. Grace, holding Ace’s hand, guided him gently onstage, using her free hand to wave elegantly...

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Decisions

Weekly Contest #350

Evie Greyson yawned and stretched her arms high over head as she took in the morning view from her balcony, overlooking the still, turquoise waters of Airlie Bay.‘Beautiful one day, perfect the next. Isn’t that what they say?’ Even her best attempt at an Australian accent was heavily coloured by her own, still strong after all this time spent in Northern Queensland, 15000 miles from her home in the south of England.The sulphur-crested cockatoo, perched proudly on the balcony railing, tilted its head in reply.‘Of course, that was some time ag...

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Daisy’s Friend

Beau Roberts

Weekly Contest #350

Wind blew past the fields with ease, in the summer time in rural Missouri. Each day that went past, felt as fast as her Father was when he illegally sped down the interstate 44. Though as young as she was, she would not know of this detail. You see this girl, Aged Eight, was named Daisy. Now, unfortunately for Daisy she’d been caught by her parents the previous night, eating, and partially somewhat destroying, her younger brother Kyle’s birthday cake. Her mother caught her exclaiming,“Damn it Daisy, you dang’ sure are grounded!”Conversation...

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The Annual Librarian's Cruise

Weekly Contest #350

We’d like to believe that what they say about librarians isn’t true. That we’re bitter old spinsters who like to shush people all day. And when we go home at night, we get into comfy terrycloth robes and floppy bunny slippers, microwave a TV dinner, and watch political news, screaming obscenities like ‘hussy’ and ‘floozy’ at the young, blonde newscasters. This sensitive subject came up during our annual librarian’s convention cruise. The guest speaker was none other than Harriet Stein Reed, so revered in the librarian community, that any sel...

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Just Be

Rylie McAndrews

Weekly Contest #350

”The sockpololypse is among us. The fabric of time and space relies on fabric itself. An ankle-high Armageddon is on its way. Everything hangs on by a thread, but a hero with a thread count of awesome can save it all. He’s the knitted knight. He’s so handsome, lingerie linger behind his every single step. He’s even an activist and fights against soxism, foot massage-any and white shoepremacy. With his super-speed and style, he’s the only exception to supporting fast fashion! He has everything, but will this washing machine world separate our...

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Elusive Repairs

Mally Henderson

Weekly Contest #350

Theo searched the wall of ‘MISSING’ faces until he saw the one he was looking for. He glanced around the small corner store for prying eyes, grasped the bottom corners of the poster, and ripped it clean off. Once again, he remained unnoticed, and slipped the paper into his satchel with all the others. The edge of it poked out like a signal, and he shoved it down as best he could. The door chimed as he fled the scene, weaving through the streets toward the very alley Oren Powell had declared as his workspace for the last three hours. Or four....

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At thirteen I defeated the weight of silence in Rome and took to the streets

Anna Cuccuru

Weekly Contest #350

They attacked me with a brass knuckle, and I am only thirteen years old. I have always lived in Rome; I am a volunteer of the Youth for Peace who then organized a demonstration right where they attacked me to defend my friends. The voluntary association called the Community of Sant ‘Egidio of Rome gave me a hand to take to the streets in the Marconi area. On the day of my attack, a teenager punched me in the face while I was with my friends at the Tiber Marconi Park and in the neighbourhood, everyone knows me because I am a volunteer of the ...

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A fake accountant in the fog of Ferrara

Anna Cuccuru

Weekly Contest #350

A fake accountant in the fog of FerraraA lady with long wavy blond hair that fell just below her shoulders and a flashy baylage A lady with long wavy blond hair that fell just below her shoulders and a flashy hairBarbara was a kind lady, very kind and so kind and helpful that she was contacted by different clients in an accounting firm. The penalty was three and a half years in prison, a fine of 2600 euros was the sentence published by the city newspaper because the lady was on trial for fraud, embezzlement, impersonation and abusive exercis...

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Robert George

Nick Matsas

Weekly Contest #350

I don’t see much, and I can’t hear a goddamn thing unless they yell at me, which they rarely do, I think. My thinking’s good. Real good. The best. That’s all I really do, and I like it. I had a Burmese neighbor, Hein, who was Buddhist, and he told me that some people get stuck between living and being dead, and that's sort of where I feel like I’m at now. It’s peaceful, to tell you the truth, which I always do. The last thing I heard clear as a Daisy was that my Granddaughter was flying first class to Japan with some guy named Joe. I remembe...

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The Farmers Market Mishap

Melissa Woodrow

Weekly Contest #350

The Worst Saturday of My Life (Which Somehow Became the Best) I should have known the day was doomed when I spent two full hours deciding what to wear to a farmers market. A farmers market. The kind of place where people show up in whatever they rolled out of bed in, smelling vaguely of kombucha and good intentions. But no, not me. I was on a mission."Dude, you're overthinking this," David said through my phone, which I'd propped up on my dresser so he could witness my descent into madness. "Just wear jeans and a T-shirt.""But which jeans?" ...

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