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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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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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Old Geezers and Lightbulbs

Carol Maust

Weekly Contest #350

Old Geezers and Lightbulbs By C J Maust Aging is challenging, yet, in retrospect, perspective is the key. This is one of the funniest things I’ve witnessed lately. One section of our kitchen's fluorescent lights went out. A few years ago, it was no problem for my husband to bring in the ten-foot ladder, climb up, remove the cover and burned- out bulbs, install new bulbs, replace the cover, and we would have light. It’s a different story now. This time, it took him three days to acknowledge my statement that the kitchen was too dark. Another ...

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I came, I spelled, I lost

Kasper Hoe

Weekly Contest #350

“A spelling bee?” Owen blinked at me as if I'd just suggested we should drive our bikes to the moon and back. “Oz, buddy… You can’t be serious. Those kids spell for fun. For fun.”Owen was my best friend. We’d known each other since kindergarten, back when my parents moved into the house on Maple Drive in Oakridge, and I still thought “pussy” was the name of a cat.We were both ten when I told him I wanted to enter the school spelling bee.“Why would you say that?” I asked, even though I already knew. Hearing it said out loud just made it worse...

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The Blue Alien

Britt D. Pierce

Weekly Contest #350

Hello friend. My name is Emma. I want to tell you the story of my friend Blue. I call him that because he is blue. He is also an alien. He is my friend…the Blue Alien. I first met Blue one night. I was supposed to be sleeping, but I was not tired. I was lying in bed listening to music through my earbuds connected to my phone. I was bored, and I could not sleep. I heard my closet door creak, and I saw the door slowly open, just a crack. A head appeared from behind the door. Blue’s head was the shape of a normal person’s. It had large, slanted...

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Escape Room Etiquette

Juliya Lubin

Weekly Contest #350

I should’ve known it would come to this, but in my defense, there were very clear guidelines that had been repeatedly ignored. They were printed on the waiver. Not hidden, not implied—printed. Do not force locks. Do not remove items from the room. Work as a team. Sensible rules, I thought. The sort of thing one could reasonably expect a group of adults to follow for the duration of a forty-five minute activity. I was, as it turns out, overly optimistic. There were five of us in total, which is already too many. Four is manageable. Four allow...

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A Tiger Named Shark

Michael Murg

Weekly Contest #349

A Tiger Named Shark “Today is April 31st,” Jack exclaimed, while kicking over some rubble. “Yeah, that doesn’t sound right,” I said back. We were finishing our descent from Diamond Head and into Waikiki. It was odd not seeing it full of tourists. “Come on, Mike, didn’t you ever go to Baskin-Robbins?” “The ice cream place? Yeah, sure.” “Don’t you remember? Thirty-one flavors…” He stopped to turn to me, as if it had any importance. “I mean — it was pretty good,” I said. “To think, before the world went crazy, we could be having thirty-one perc...

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How to Care About the World Ending When Yours Already Has

Alice Burk

Weekly Contest #349

The day the bombs are set to fall, the outside air is early-winter warm.My front lawn, whipping in the harsh winds, shames me for the months of neglect. Down the road, other yards boast the same abandonment, the unofficial timestamp of the day the news dropped. If an agreement of peace had not been reached on the first day of the new year, that would be it. It was merely a matter of who pushed their red button first.Many chose to ignore it completely with their pristine lawns and late-night fireworks, while others prepared for the months of...

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