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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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The Lost Ball

Submitted to Contest #332

THE LOST BALL This is a story about a golf ball , plain and simple a golf ball, and it has nothing to do with me. It has to do with a next door neighbour of mine in suburban Toronto, a sweetheart of a man by the name of Harry Feldman, a retired high school English teacher and probably the most passionate and knowledgeable lover of Shakespeare on the planet.. He could come up with a related quote from any one of the Bard’s plays at the drop of a hat any time the opportunity arose in a conversation and paraphrase it to fit the subject. Then he...

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Strawberry

Submitted to Contest #331

StrawberryThe coffee steamed in the cold air, curling up past Eli's weathered face like the ghost of something warm trying to escape. He watched it rise and disappear into the gray morning, then set the cup down on the little table between the wicker chairs. His hat came off next—that old black felt that had seen more seasons than some of the horses in his barn—and he placed it carefully in the empty chair beside him, the way a man might set down a companion.Two days of snow now. Heavy stuff, the kind that fell slow and fat and made the worl...

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The Steakhouse

Submitted to Contest #332

Bonnie didn’t come into work on Thursday, because the storm destroyed her shoes. Bonnie keeps all her shoes in one part of her closet, and wouldn’t you know it, that’s the part that caved in when the rain was coming down like “Noah get the boat” and she told everybody she was under the weather, but really, she was just shoeless and you can’t show up with no shoes on even if everybody feels bad for you, because of your house. The steakhouse is a Joe Jeremiah’s and they have high standards for their employees. The JJ’s we worked at was right o...

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Faithless

Submitted to Contest #331

She doesn’t remember much about the moments before she was buried in the snow. She remembers how cold her nose had been, and the streaky feeling of tears on her cheeks she’d wiped away. They told her not to weep because it would freeze her skin and make her colder. She remembers when they laid her in her snow grave and put her arms across her chest, and she remembers how blue everything became when they began shoveling in the snow. One after another, the sound of slicing snow echoing in her ears like a bad song. She heard it endlessly. She r...

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Did the reward compensate for the death of my friends?

Submitted to Contest #331

CW: Contains themes and/or references to wartime violence, death, and loss Did the reward compensate for the death of my friends?The door bell rang. I shouted to my wife. “ I will get it.” I opened the door and there stood a British army Major and his aide-de-camp both in full uniform.“ I trust we have come to the right address. Are you the brother of Captain Hockins and am I addressing Anthony Hockins? ”“Yes.”He then asked if they could come in.“Yes, of course.”“We have come to tell you your brother died in Norway two weeks ago on active du...

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The Ice Between Us

Submitted to Contest #331

The thing about snow is that it makes everything look softer—until you remember what’s buried under it. By the time I turned off the highway and onto the narrow road that led to Iceveil Lake, the storm had almost erased the view ahead. The wipers dragged slush back and forth, revealing and hiding the road in equal measure. I should’ve gone straight to my mother’s house, but the wheel seemed to turn on its own, guided more by old habits than intention, to the place I’d been avoiding for ten years. The lake emerged out of the snowfall in pi...

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Hearts Afire

Submitted to Contest #331

Hearts AfireEnya hesitates momentarily at the mouth of her high-rise parking garage staring out the windshield of her Cadillac SUV. The winter has yet to start and already record amounts of snow are being dumped on top of piles of crinkly fallen leaves erasing yellow, gold and red hues under white frosting. Black branches of November trees etching the gray skies were being blanketed only on the north side. Planing on attending her friend, Calla's, baby reveal party she pulled out heading north and was soon swallowed by the blizzard.Thrilled ...

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A Stroll Among Streetlamps

Submitted to Contest #331

There was something magical about snow falling in the dark, illuminated only by the streetlamps. The city didn’t have that. The snow fell and was missed between the lights of the buildings and the lights of the cars hurrying to and from places that never really made a difference. But in a small town? Most everyone was in their own homes with their loved ones before the evening news came on. And the streetlamps were the only light source to be seen on many streets.I had missed that.I thought the city life was what I wanted. So many shows and ...

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The Unforgiving Winter

Submitted to Contest #331

Little sparkling diamonds fell into the water only to vanish in an instant, dissolving as though they had never existed at all. The lake shimmered with beauty, the snow lay pure and untouched, yet none of it could soothe the sting in my eyes or the icy burn on my cheeks from the tears I had shed.How did I get here?The question raced through my mind as relentlessly as the snowflakes that tumbled from the sky.I turned my gaze to the side of the lake, desperate for distraction, and found myself caught in the strange dance of the storm. The snow...

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Nian, The Ancient Monster

Submitted to Contest #331

(The story contains theme of bullying) The clouds gathered, growing heavier. Ying’s tears had already dried, leaving faint streaks across her face. She squatted down, blood seeping from her scraped knees. Lifting her head, she stared upward - the sky fractured into countless squares. A mesh fence stretched above her, enclosing the deep pit of the playground where she sat. The pits - meant for trees – remained empty, turning into tools for the bullies. She wept and shouted, but no one came to rescue her. Above the pit, more clouds gathered. ...

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The Day You Were Gone

Submitted to Contest #330

It happened so fast. I always loved you and cherished you. We’ve always did so many things together. I was not ready for that day: the day when you left suddenly. It all started in 4th grade, in the early Spring of 2007 when you were introduced to everyone in my class. I vividly remembered how you looked: a plaid dress of red and green, white knee socks, and shiny black church shoes. I could also remembered how you said your name for the first time: “Hello everyone! My name is Jubilee Smith, and I want to be everyone’s best friend!” The che...

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My First Friend

Submitted to Contest #330

I had a friend; Her name was Barbara Stanley.Those words have lived inside me for as long as I can remember—warm, steady, familiar. A sentence that felt like a home.Barbara and I were inseparable. The way we met felt like a small miracle. I still remember that afternoon in kindergarten: I was sitting alone at the sandcastle box, quietly packing sand into a crooked little tower. The other kids played in groups, loud and overflowing with energy, but I stayed by myself, scraping castles out of loneliness.Until she appeared.She came out of nowhe...

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Forty-Thousand and One Stars

Submitted to Contest #330

The sun was nearly set beyond the west mountains, reminding Armando of an unforgiving fire. The city of Tehran started to illuminate by its night life making itself look like a hidden crown in the valley of the mountains. The first time ten years ago, Armando took in the sight with awe at its beauty. Like the city, he himself felt hidden away where no one would find him or his family. And he was at peace knowing this was likely the last image he would see in the coming months. It was Thursday evening and Armando waited on the balcony for Pas...

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The Stonemason

Submitted to Contest #330

He wore tights that were either naturally brown or were covered in grime. The tunic and apron he wore over it were equally dusty, and Izzy was sure that if he wasn’t a ghost, he’d be stinking up the art room something horrid. Nevertheless, he beamed down at her as if he hadn’t sprung from her horrible soapstone cat, scaring her so bad that she’d fallen out of her chair. The soapstone cat itself had stretched and then curled up to sleep. Honestly, right now it was the least of her concerns. She would almost think that she was having some sort...

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Dreams of Snow

Submitted to Contest #330

I dreamed of snow all summer long. Great swathes of it, snowflakes so puffy and big, collecting on the ground in mounds swiftly turning to mountains, drifting down from the clouds like feathers. The kind of snowflakes you can catch on your tongue that feel like icy frosting, melting in your mouth. All through those hot, sweltering days when the humidity clings to your skin, sucking the energy from your very soul, I would let my head drop to my pillow, and my eyes glaze over, and I would feel the cold, quick breeze against my face. Today i...

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