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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 4 of 10

The 2:37 AM Club

Jarred Stephen Meek

Weekly Contest #345

*This story contains the use of homophobic slurs. The glow of the flickering open sign hanging crooked in the window. The whining creak of the door in harmony with the jingling of a bell as it swings open. Thick air smelling of old cigarettes and even older grease mixed with coffee, bacon, and garlic. The hum of deep fryers and beeping appliances, and the same Garth Brooks CD on repeat through a single broken speaker.This is paradise.At least, at 2:37 AM, after a long night of serving vodka cranberries to wasted twinks and their coked-up da...

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Jasper Juniper Titmouse

Weekly Contest #345

Samantha Maris sam@sammaris.com About 2,000 words Jasper Juniper Titmouse by Samantha Maris Chapter 1Chapter 1Rainy days were the universe’s personal attack on Jasper Juniper Titmouse. Jasper’s family, “The Titmouses,” were tiny. So small that rainy days were dangerous, the weather forcing them captive in their home for fear of being pummeled into the ground like a stake at some of the human campsites prevalent around their home in the Northern California forest near the Great Basin. So, JJ, as his friend...

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Round Trip Ticket

Jodi Creager

Weekly Contest #345

Pamela had never ridden the rails despite living in New Mexico her entire adult life. Her friend's daughter Mabel had surprised her with a ticket for her birthday that year. It was the brainchild of Mabel's best friend Veronica. Veronica’s grandmother was along for the ride on the Cumbre and Toltec Railroad. The four women met in pairs on a dewy June morning in Chama at the gift shop. As it was these days Mabel was driving Pamela and Veronica her grandmother Hester from perspective towns. Pamela went to the restroom promptly after exiting t...

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The Lighter

Brianna Mitchell

Weekly Contest #345

Please note, this story contains mentions of abuse. Nothing graphic and nothing current, and all instances are past tense. It took twenty minutes after they’d realized Evelyn was missing for someone to notice Kipp had stolen the car.Twenty minutes after Kipp snagged the car keys and slipped out the back door, his phone rang. He paused the methodical flicking of his dads old lighter for just long enough to set his phone to speaker and toss it onto the dashboard.“Kipp, would you care to tell me where my car went?” Eli’s voice was strained, ask...

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Rock and a hard place

Weekly Contest #345

Rock and a hard place.Susan CochraneMy fault! My own stupid, f…ing fault. I broke the fundamental rule of bushcraft, “Always alert someone if you’re heading off on your own”. The small cruise ship had been hired by the University for a week in the off-season as a floating base for a field trip for researchers in the otherwise impenetrable region of the Kimberley. We were of diverse disciplines – geology, anthropology, biology and marine sciences, for all of us this excursion was invaluable for collecting specimens, photographing sites and re...

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Quiet Hour

Andrés Marticorena Hillman

Weekly Contest #345

If body language has always been the heavier side of the see-saw, weighing me down, words are what keep me afloat in the sky, above the yellow sand and blue rubber that make up the playground below. It didn’t affect me that movements effortlessly pulled off by my peers seemed jerky and ill-fitting on me, like a costume everyone else was measured for while I got the scraps…or maybe the hand-me-downs. I was uplifted when teachers would call me well-spoken, friend’s parents praised me for being so well-mannered, and classmates would ask me for ...

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Seven Minutes in Collegiate Heaven ft. One-Pound Pizza and A Tub of Yogurt

Lara Vujcic

Weekly Contest #345

The washing machine is doing it again. It’s walking around the living room like a petulant child does when he wants a snack. “I already fed you, now sit still and do as you’re told.”It cowers back under the sink and stays put, its eyes following me, hoping to guilt me into changing my mind. I won’t. The living room is dark now, the light from the outside creeping away and getting ready for bed. I’m inclined to do the same, but it’s only 4:30. It’s much too early for a young soul like me to retire yet. I get up from the chair that makes my b...

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Everything Maurice Owned

Natasha Tuzzolino

Weekly Contest #345

During the coldest winter New York City had ever known, a man named Maurice lived on its streets with everything he owned in a single suitcase. He had only recently become homeless, left to face the bitter winds that howled through the square. For two weeks, he had slept on cardboard boxes and rusted iron benches. The only cushion he had was a soaked cardboard box, a patch of cold snow, and a suitcase filled with enough clothes to survive the winter. Through those wild weeks, a small hole had appeared at the bottom of his suitcase. When Maur...

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First Encounter

Nana Lemon

Weekly Contest #345

- „S9 nach Hanau Hauptbahnhof, Abfahrt 5 Uhr 37, heute circa 10 Minuten später. Grund dafür ist eine Weichenstörung. Wir bitten um Entschuldigung.“The uncaring AI voice is reaching me through the music of my headset and I sigh. My German is still in its beginning stages, but I know the meaning of these words. I stomp my feet on the ground, holding back from jumping up and down to warm up a bit. Then I look around. There are only a few people on the platform. Despite the proclaimed German efficiency, they’re not a folk of early risers. At lea...

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Starling

Tanya Humphreys

Weekly Contest #344

I stared through the chain link fence unsure of what I was looking for; Their faces were as grey as the clouds above that gathered like lint, both grew heavier, the former heavily drooping to their thin chests, the latter drooping heavily with rain. Rain as chilled as the dank puddles of medieval dungeons would not cleanse this place of its evil.Would I even recognize the face of someone I knew once? A loved one even? These were skeletal with dark haunted eye pits and mouths downturned under cheekbones that looked more like elbows. They were...

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The Time Traveling Lawn Mower and the Dangers of eBay

Emma Tiffan

Weekly Contest #344

February 4, 2026Dear Mom and Dad,Don’t worry, I’m not writing to tell you I flunked philosophy. We’re way past that. I’m dropping out. I’m not just dropping out of school; I’m dropping out of life. This world has gotten too much for me. Every time I read the news my anxiety flares up, and I can’t handle it anymore. I’m going to a better place, don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. It’s all of you I’m leaving behind I feel sorry for. This isn’t your fault; you both have been the best parents. The fault lies in the times we live in, so I’m going...

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Time Waits For Women

Weekly Contest #344

Anyone feeling alone?We have known those dreadful times when we feel all alone even in company. Ever noticed people looking lost in a crowded city? All those lonely people, where do they come from? To whom do they belong? The Beatles made music out of this predicament a long while ago. There’s a face standing under the streetlight, by the crossroads, which cries out his desperate need to talk to somebody. So tell me who doesn’t need a friend? Then, there are those other times you want to talk nothing to nobody, nowhere, not at any time....

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I am Flying.

Weekly Contest #344

After the roaring success of Romance Services, the three members of Wizard Enterprises settled themselves. Jarryd was still keen on studying marketing or advertising one day, while Todd was focused on developing more new ideas to make money. He was so attractive, but kept himself aloof from teenage girly fans. Some of them had taken to following him home from secondary school, like junior groupies, but he took it in his stride.Rochelle, on the other hand, was trying to rise above teenage emotions. She did secretly wonder if she would know w...

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double, you, see.

Lyra Gail

Weekly Contest #343

CW: Suicide or self harm, substance abuse, physical violence, gore Oh, no cocaine for me, thanks. I just wanted to be in this tiny bathroom with you guys. Oh, no thank you - I like to avoid vaping because I have a deep-seated fear of carbon monoxide and the average e-cigarette contains traces of metals which can form toxic hexavalent chromium (Cr VI, neurotoxin) when heated up. It’s exciting to me when you bend over the sink to spread powder the colour of stale yeast into uniform lines with the folded corner of your co-operative food receipt...

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candles and Secrets

Jane A

Weekly Contest #343

The candles flickered in the low light, and their tiny flames danced on the walls, their shadows flickering with the laughter and chatter that should have lulled me into warmth, the balloons hung listlessly against the ceiling, the ribbons swaying with every movement, the vanilla cake filling the room with a sweet scent, the soft florals of my friends' perfume mixing with the sugary cake, the soft jazz playing from the playlist I had spent hours perfecting, everything should have been perfect, everything should have been fun, celebratory and...

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