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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.

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Where the letters waited

Weekly Contest #350

TW: Themes of death and loss I haven’t even reached the middle of Maple Street yet when I spot him leaning against the tilted stop sign, as if he had stood there longer than the sign itself has existed. He is translucent in the setting sun, as if the air had turned into glass. But if it were only the play of sunlight, I should know better. He seems to be around my age or possibly slightly older. He is tall in the sense that makes me realize how small I am in comparison. The boy has broad shoulders and stands upright in a manner that reminds ...

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Poplar Grove Lane

Molly Herod

Weekly Contest #350

Poplar Grove Lane Oscar opened his eyes and leisurely stretched. He had the king bed to himself. Ivy liked to get up early. Oscar did not. The clanging pots and pans rang out from the kitchen. Preparing breakfast and shuffling the children out the door was Ivy’s ritual, not his. Oscar sauntered down the stairs, gave her a quick kiss and slipped out the door. The sidewalk hummed with the morning commute. Vibrant red and orange leaves ushered in October. Pumpkins appeared on porches and wreaths hung on doors. Poplar Grove Lane gentrified overn...

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Sir Eddard Covington Marsh Puff-Puff the Fourth

Kai M

Weekly Contest #350

The branches scratched his arms as he climbed. He could hear Mrs. DiLeonardis below as she yelled out in a raspy voice. “You’re not there yet, he’s further up. More to the left!” He put his left hand onto a branch and tested it for strength before pulling himself up. “Your other left!” Other left? He was ten feet up in a tree, facing the same direction as her? He couldn’t see much through the foliage and tangle of branches, but he reached out towards a likely branch with his right hand and stepped over and up a few more branches. He looke...

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It was my Fault

Itzel Pastor

Weekly Contest #350

If I was the victim from the beginning I should have known. I wish I knew where I lost it. It's like I thought I knew myself but didn't. I should've known that he wasn't right for me. In the summer of my ninth grade year I met the love of my life. He was everything that I wanted. He wasn't perfect but he was enough. I thought I would meet the person I would marry much later but I was wrong. It just took me raising money to go to Spain with my church community. We sold food and washed cars mostly. Everyone was so excited for the event. It did...

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The ridicilous roadtrip

Heather Poppeliers

Weekly Contest #350

You’ve got to be kidding me!’ I'm staring with eyes wide wide to a small square beige car with three grown ups jammed in their seats.I walk to the passenger side and I have to cramp myself into the tiny car my eyes wander with disgust to the pristine white interior. ‘Tell me this is a joke.’ My friend Jan smiles. ‘No this is our vehicle for the next few days. Take it or leave it.’ I step out of the car and raise my eyebrows ‘Then I leave it.’ Jan gives me a pointy look. ‘Boris you hide too much in that house of yours, you are maybe old, but ...

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Abstinence from Abstinence

Nikky Balgrathe

Weekly Contest #350

(bloodbath)Alex stands in the middle of the bedroom, his heart sinking and his stomach growing cold. Each hair on the back of his neck stands on end as he notes the pileups, and that’s pileups in plural; there’s dishes, clothes, rubbish, and lies and lies and lies. The air is still, growing heavy with realisation and regret. Then there’s a bang as the door slams open and Ted walks in. Then silence. The kind you could slice with a knife. “I know what you’ve been up to,” says Alex. There’s an almost imperceptible raise in Ted’s eyebrows. “Don’...

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THE MISADVENTURES OF SIR FEATHERTON AND BAXTER

Melinda Madrigal

Weekly Contest #350

THE MISADVENTURES OF SIR FEATHERTON AND BAXTER We interrupt this normally quiet suburban household to bring you a completely unlicensed, highly chaotic documentary. Sir Featherton’s Account (As Dictated from The Top of the Curtain Rod Which is Obviously the Throne of All Civilization) Let it be known I Sir Featherton of the Scarlet Crest have once again been forced to endure life among the featherless and emotionally fragile. The day began with what human’s call “breakfast,” but what I call “The Great Carb Offering Ceremony.” Baxter the dog ...

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Everything the Light Touches

Weekly Contest #350

The morning smells like rain that he hasn't felt in ages. Gerald knows this smell the way he knows the creak of the third porch step, the way he knows the sound of his own breathing in a house that no longer seems to breathe itself. It’s a smell like anticipation, like something the world is holding just behind its teeth. He sits in the white rocker that Margaret bought at an estate sale in 1987. She'd driven forty minutes to a farmhouse outside of Pueblo and paid sixty dollars for it, which was sixty dollars they didn't exactly have, and sh...

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A Disgruntled Tale from the Mamas of Knotwood Hollow: A Haunting, Almost.

Weekly Contest #350

Nella Nettlesworth knew something was wrong with their cottage on DaisyDot Drive the moment her basil plant came tumbling down the stairs. She was the only one home.She stood from her seat on the couch, chest tightening as she approached the wrecked greenery. It had been one of many plants that had met its untimely end that day. But, before she could investigate, the wooden door opened and shut with a dramatic thud.“Ugh,” Mabel Maywick said, kicking off her boots and nearly stumbling into the coat rack, a wand falling out of her pocket.“Coul...

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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

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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