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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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The Fool

Weekly Contest #358

Vane regarded Princess Rosemary from afar, arms crossed over his chest. She sat on the throne, a leg thrown over the other, watching Ruse, the Court Joker, intently. She tilted her head as he recited a riddle, a smile tilting the corners of her mouth upward. Vane took a deep breath, refraining from pinching his nose. The King was dead and at midnight, in less than seventy minutes, that girl was going to be crowned. He needed to make sure everything would go smoothly, especially because the Princess didn’t seem to care. He wished the King ha...

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The Key

Winner of Weekly Contest #356 🏆

It was a key. An ordinary key. I found it when I was getting your books ready for Goodwill. It was taped to the inside of the back cover of one of your music notebooks and looked like one of those thin, metal keys found on luggage. We never locked our luggage when we traveled. I wanted to, but you insisted it would never deter anyone. You used to laugh and say it would do just the opposite. That if you were a luggage handler at the airport, you would “accidentally” break all the locks you came across, just to see what was so precious inside....

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You've Got Mail!

Weekly Contest #356

*TW mentions of suicide, homophobia, and mental health* [Thursday — 9:42 PM]PeppermintMattie2323: Okay, serious question.unsunghero80: This already sounds dangerousPeppermintMattie2323: If a substitute teacher dies during attendance, do we still have to stay for class?unsunghero80: What kind of opening message is that?PeppermintMattie2323: I panic under pressureunsunghero80: Apparently so does the substitutePeppermintMattie2323: wowPeppermintMattie2323: So, this is Sung from 6th period, right?unsunghero80: yeahunsunghero80: Mattie?Peppermint...

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Breathe

Weekly Contest #356

BREATHby Jer Long jer.long.author@gmail.com “Breathe. Just breathe,” Clark, my therapist instructed. My mind scattered that snowy afternoon; I focused on his wooden wristwatch. Its luminous green face shimmered like a ship chronometer as he guided his silver pen across the yellow note pad with my name on it. There was thirty minutes left of my session, but I was weary of talk. Each cell in my head spun in a different direction, making it impossible to focus on the present. Clark tapped his pen against his dimpled chin. “Moving hundreds o...

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The Curse of Knowing

Weekly Contest #355

Perhaps it’d been the air, or something to be imagined by the attendees, but it felt as though a thick miasma had been cast over the processions. “He’d been a leader, a friend, and a son-” the priest droned on, attendees waiting patiently for him to finish. Tucker Parson’s mother sat in the first row crying her heart out, a silent and stoic father waiting for it all to end sat to her right. A shaky hand silently caressing her back, hoping for this nightmare to be over. A crestfallen wife and a dead son; the only things left to him in this wo...

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Match Box

Weekly Contest #354

Match Box Chapter 1My leather trolley bag followed like a puppy on a leash as I fast walked the concourse at Louis Armstrong Airport. I had to get out of town. I couldn’t stand the thought of facing her, or worse, them.My red hair was easy to spot, so I bought a cloth gaiter at the airport and pulled the black-and-gold colors of the New Orleans Saints, with a fleur-de-lis logo, over my head until my hair was no longer visible.My former Executive Chef was at a Michelin-starred restaurant in the San Diego Gaslamp Quarter. If he didn’t have a j...

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Second Chance

Weekly Contest #354

Trigger Warning: Mentions of neglect, substance abuse, abuse and abandonmentAsh was your regular college school student, he had decent grades, he had a few friends and as well had a passion for music. He was a self taught guitarist who had dreams of joining his own band someday. On his first day of school he was going to his next class as per usual and as he was walking up the stairs he encountered someone sleeping. He was sitting upright and appeared to have a guitar case resting on his lap, he looked tall and had short black hair. As soon ...

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The Sun's Great Descent

Weekly Contest #352

The only thing I can manage to do in this moment is look at the sky, at the sun, at that over-encompassing plaster of color, and grand, imposing ball of light that makes its steady descent to the great below. It’s the only thing I can manage as the smell of nicotine curdles in the air, swells from Jalen’s lips, then back to mine, settles in that fabric of the car seats with a familiarity that I’m starting to mourn growing used to.“We can’t keep doing this, Eli,” is how Jalen starts this conversation, low, with a timbre that’s light and gentl...

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For the Love of Mankind

Weekly Contest #349

Billy lay in the wet grass and watched the wood and canvas aircraft circle in the sky above the fjord. It was a warm day, the sun beamed down on the wet Antarctic ground, giving fuel to the rapidly growing moss and small plants that now called the once barren land home. The airplane-- which Colt had named Monarch, after the butterflies which once roamed his homeland-- was the first flying machine to take flight since the disaster. Billy and Colt worked tirelessly over the course of four years to repurpose pieces of one of the engines of thei...

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I am a gay Italian real vampire, I drink blood , nice to meet you what do you drink?

Weekly Contest #349

This is a true story that appeared in some small Italian newspapers, in a village called Meldola. The protagonist is Horus, born Jacob Dimitri, an Italian gay vampire, head of the Real Vampire association he has been a vampire for several generations.-Welcome to program La Zanzara, mr Dimitri, imagine is it true that you are a real vampire gay?--Yes I am, I have done a lot of things in life including getting married to a man, having a son and founding the Italian Real Vampire league and... go to court with the mayor of the small town of Penn...

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She Calls Herself Carmilla

Weekly Contest #348

Warning: blood and suggestions of violence She calls herself Camilla after some long forgotten tale. As she stands outside the motel room door, she listens for signs of life inside. There it was, the faint pumping of a heart trying to keep up with supplying enough oxygen to keep a body alive when there wasn’t enough blood to carry it. There was the soft inhale and exhale of lungs almost unable to continue on. Carmilla looked around cautiously before walking through the door. The scene she came upon was horrific. A scene a forensic team wou...

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Santo, Pero No Libre

Weekly Contest #347

“Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, for thine is the kingdom, the power, the glory, forever and ever, Amen.” I stared at my mother after reciting the prayer, looking for some form of recognition, maybe a flicker of pride. Her cold, cement-like frown did not move. She glanced at the preacher, and glanced back at me, as if to say “are you paying attention?” I nodded, tilting my head down in submission, as I brought my gaze back to the front of the church. It was like this every Sunday. My mother was a proud woman, and a ho...

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Coming Apart

Weekly Contest #347

“You swore you’d never fall apart on me like this.” “I know.” My fingers trembled around my dagger. Charya stood just a few feet from me, but I knew that even if I could overcome the nerves that were keeping me frozen in place, her blade would stop me long before I could launch mine at her. She applied the slightest upward pressure toward the rapier at my throat. Instinct pulled my chin upwards, but I still couldn’t meet her gaze. My eyes looked to the left, at the body of my companion, limp in the dust. “Look at me, Vie. I need to know what...

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Longing for my Reason

Weekly Contest #347

“Good Morning Handsome”… “Good Morning Handsome”. I’m tempted to play the recording one more time, but I’ve been indulging in this for 25 minutes now and if I continue, I don’t think I’ll ever stop. I sit up, get up and prepare for the day, being forced to skip tasks again to make sure I make it out in time before... they, wake up. Shower, skip. Face, a splash is all it’s getting. Hair, good enough. Coffee, ground and extracting. Lunch, packed. Breakfast, need a mobile meal so I’ll grab an apple before leaving. Uniform, don’t have enough tim...

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Super Nature

Weekly Contest #346

“Here’s to you, my forbidden sweet” 10/06/1842. Magnus We've finally done it, seven weeks and we finally have it right here. I can smell the sparkles of their glitter residue. We’ve tracked the trail I precisely predicted. So long and farewell to the roads, as we bid adieu to the slithers of civilisation that coat this jungle rock. Our trail has brought us right into the thriving bush of New South Wales and it’s more wondrous than we could profoundly describe. The lord has granted sacred access to his archive of exotic monsters. It’...

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