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Looking for a steady supply of gay short stories? Every week thousands of writers submit stories to our writing contest.

150+ Gay Short Stories to read

Submitted by writers on Reedsy Prompts to our weekly writing contest. From cozy romances to coming-out stories and more, love wins in our collection of gay short stories.

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My Dearest Simon

Riley Porter

Weekly Contest #341

My dearest Simon,War is hard without you.I thought the hardest part about being a soldier would be what they warned us about – trauma, death, sacrifice. And yet I sit in this uncomfortable cot, and I think only of you. If you were here, I could already imagine what you’d say to me.Go to sleep already, August. It’s late, August. Just breathe, August.But I can’t. I toss and I turn, and I cannot sleep the way I do when you hold me. You held me the night before they called my name off of that list, before I left that morning. Do you miss me as m...

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In Good Company

L J Hyde

Weekly Contest #341

There are three kind of cadets. The tough guys, who swagger around intoxicated by their own bravado. They have wet dreams about guns and wielding power that only a weapon could give them. They’ve known their whole lives they’d be soldiers because they lack in any imagination or creativity to do anything else. The bullies, if you will. Then there are the guys that aren’t here by choice. The school screw ups that thought service was better option than flipping burgers. The ones that saw the military as a free pass to room and board and a rare ...

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Therevin’s Journeyman and The Colors of the Forest

Forrest Timothy Neakok

Weekly Contest #341

TW: Grief My phone rings. I look to see Thomas’ Mom calling. She knows he and I broke up. Should I let the machine get it?After the third ring, I answer saying, “Hello, Shellie. How are you?” My voice is slightly higher than normal, but unwavering.“Oh, I wasn’t sure if… Hi, Reynold.” Her voice is weak and quiet. “I know you were close with Thomas.”Were?She continues, “I mean, I know you and him—” She chokes then sniffs as if crying.“Is everything okay, Shellie?” A well of darkness bores into the area above my stomach and below my chest, leav...

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Plane To See

Forrest Timothy Neakok

Weekly Contest #341

TW: Some homophobia. I sigh and heave my bag into the overhead.I look down and I’m stunned, then the person behind me asks, “If you’re done, may you please sit so we can pass?”I shake my head then nod, saying, “Of course, sorry.” I gingerly sit in my seat, not fastening the buckle, hoping a person will sit between us.I feel his eyes on me. I can see him looking from the corners of my own.I can’t do this.The flight attendant announces that the door is closing, so I close my eyes. The air being shut in makes my ears pop. No one sat between us....

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Rigel’s Rebellion

Luden Gray

Weekly Contest #341

When the Isthryen began clawing themselves free from the earth, Rigel Lomatré stood in awe. His armor was crafted for every muscle on his toned body. His long sword held firmly in his grip, he did not waver. Known in the common tongue as Unseen Hunters, they emerged from the ground and set upon their prey with lightning speed. The Isthryen’s gnarled limbs twitched and cracked as they dragged their mutilated corpses forward. They were legion, an army of corpses spelled to end Rigel’s Rebellion. But this was more than a rebellion, this was a r...

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Unraveled Strings

Tiffany Chu

Weekly Contest #340

There’s a story the stars guard within their bright light, blinding you to its existence far before your time. It strings together the gold and silver to light a vow made for forever, to rot forever. It starts as the sun sinks, its strings of color dying, giving way to the black to blanket your home.We were a story, and our story ended unfulfilled, like many others akin to ours.When the stars birthed our vows to keep your silver tied to my gold, I knew only a sinking heaviness dragging at my heart, of treachery woven into the minds of our fe...

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CHE354 Final Research Paper

Weekly Contest #340

TW: This story features mentions of sex, pornography, and slight suicidal ideation Search historyJanuary 27th 1:00 pmCHE354 Final Research PaperSteven Bautista, microbiology cell uptake pdfSteven Bautista, microbiology cell uptake free downloadSteven Bautista, microbiologyCell uptake research papersCell uptake research papers freeCell uptake research papers pdf free download pirated versionsHow to get free university textbooksWhatsapp messaging appMom: “How is school?”Me: “It’s good. I’m studying hard and doing well”Is CHE 354 a pass/fail co...

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Rise: Missed Opportunities

Em Young

Weekly Contest #340

CW: This story contains themes or mentions of physical violence, gore, and homophobic sentiments. He takes one last look at his reflection before putting the intricately painted, gold ornate hand mirror back into the top draw. His little secret, it will lay here in waiting, yearning to be useful again whenever he needs an added boost of confidence. Given to him by his grandmother, Nuni, just before she died, it’s become his silent friend every time he reaches breaking point, as it always helps him feel closer to her.God, he missed her. Quick...

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Another God

Penny Pickle

Weekly Contest #340

CW: Hate speech Another God Letters to Lundy: Whenever Daddy’s squeaky truck pulled into the driveway from work, fear washed over me like being doused with a pitcher of ice water. I never knew what personality would come through the back door. Whether he was angry, rearing to lash out, preoccupied with other things or a fake sort of candy man; I could never guess which mixed-bag-of-a-man we were facing. But it would be foolish to count on the least merriment, or let my guard down. You, on the other hand, gave him a clean slate and a blinkin...

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A Heavy Sort of Small Talk

L J Hyde

Weekly Contest #339

The room was heaving. Surprising considering it was just an industry party on a Wednesday night. A few free drinks she thought, an outing for the new dress she had no need to buy and back home via the drive-thru. Perfect midweek night out. She was worried things were getting a bit stale at home on the sofa, tonight would brush off the cobwebs. Having Connor as a roommate, had brought a joy to her everyday she could never have expected. She was less convinced about her and Seb stepping out in public together, but the three of them had become ...

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I'll do it tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll do it.

Tristan Collins

Weekly Contest #339

SaturdayEvery Saturday me and my buddy Mikey always go for a walk together in the park as long as it doesn't rain. It started a few years back with us both happening to walk our dogs at the same time in the same park each week. Eventually we started talking to each other on our walks. Neither of our dogs remain, but we still take our walk together every week anyways. Over time, these walks have started meaning more and more to me. When my dog Henceford passed away, I figured that would be the end of the silly walking ritual Mikey and I had. ...

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The Notebook

Weekly Contest #338

CW: Themes of obsession, stalking, sexual content and sexual violence. June 5, 2023 There is nothing more hurtful than knowing in your very core that you are not important. To anyone. You are not special by even a degree of the word. You are not even particularly good at anything besides possibly making everyone you've ever come across flee in record time. I am such a person. I am drab, pudgy, plain and easy to forget. I am soft spoken. I cannot even fake having a sense of humor because, well I don't. Have a sense for it, that is. I have se...

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the vibes are here and nothing else

Rose Tyler

Weekly Contest #338

Laughter erupts, bubbling and bright, into his room from outside. The sound is familiar. It sounds like Renée. M finishes tightening the knot on his tie and gives himself a final once-over in the mirror. His blond hair is short and sticks up in an unruly way M could never quite tame. He tries to keep it short to maintain its haphazard appearance, but it’s gotten a little too long. Today he’s in a maroon suit with a striped pink tie; the pink is faint but nicely compliments the dark maroon. He has an emerald green tieclip to pull the look tog...

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'From nothing... Nothing comes'

Weekly Contest #338

‘Ex nihilo nihil fit.’ The room held its breath, stone faces staring down with dour disapproval as Julian and 'M' stood poised at the edge of chaos. Charging past the terminal figures, Julian's eyes skimmed over their judgmental expressions, a chill pulling his focus, dragging him to purpose. With the shadow of doubt looming, they rushed through the collections room, each footfall echoing more desperately than the last.“I’m telling you, ‘M,’ I know I’ve seen it!” Julian's voice was tinged with urgency. His words stumbled, revealing cracks in...

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Rug Stains

The Broom Closet Poet .

Weekly Contest #338

THIS STORY CONTAINS DEPICTION OF KILLING/MURDER AND SUICIDE TOWARDS THE END!!There is a leak in the roof.Water drips down from a crack smack dab in the middle of the ceiling and lands in a bucket placed meticulously under it. It's almost full, but no one notices. If it is not replaced with an empty one soon, it will stain the old rug.Teenagers dressed in dark winter clothing lounge on couches and lean against shelves and tables. Each sporting a red ribbon of some sort. Girls have it tied around their necks and wrists as necklaces or bracelet...

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