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Submitted by writers on Reedsy Prompts to our weekly writing contest. Discover incredible works of queer fiction right here, on this page of fresh new LGBTQ+ stories.

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Sure Footed Love

Tracey Croisier

Weekly Contest #341

CW: References to homophobic language and sexual content. May 7th, 1918 My Dearest Alice ~ I’m at a loss with what to do about Clarence. He’s been such a special, sensitive boy to me. I know mothers aren’t to have favorites, but I’ll just say it: Clarence will always be my favorite. He’s so happy when he’s at a piano and we promised we’d buy him one after he had a good six months of lessons under his belt. I had hoped this would give Clarence time away from that George. I know they’ve been two peas in a pod, but every now and then I worry. D...

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Love, Sam

Weekly Contest #341

September 5, 2010 Dear Katie, I’m so sorry, but I have to go. I can’t stand I know things have been hard this year. I wish it could’ve been different. I’m sorry I’ve been fighting so much with Mom and Dad. I know how much you hate to hear us fight, even if you pretend you slept through it. I’m not a good fit here anymore, and I know that. Don’t be scared. Whatever Mom and Dad say Please don’t hate me when There are parts of the world where I might be better, and I hope that I’ll find them soon. When I do, you’ll be the first person I call....

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Aisle Seven

Riane Chen

Weekly Contest #341

I ran into Makena in aisle seven at Trader Joe’s, which felt like the least romantic place on earth to have your entire nervous system reboot. Trader Joe’s is designed to be harmless. Everything is rounded. The signs are handwritten. The employees smile like they’ve never had a complicated thought in their lives. Even the fruit looks like it’s been coached. The whole store is a performance of ease, like if you buy the right frozen food and the right little bouquet, your life will start to behave, it’s like the phrase “new year, new me.” I ...

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My Dearest Alice

Weekly Contest #341

November 12, 1883My Dearest Alice, I am writing to you because our dreams are finally to come true. Everything is in place now. I have been growing foxglove in secret in the back corner of the garden where nobody ever goes. It is such a beautiful flower I could barely bring myself to pluck it. But I did. I have dried it in the sun for days, and just this morning I ground it into the finest powder. Richard enjoys for me to make his tea every night before he retires to his quarters, and that is when I shall do it. I have been doting on him for...

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The Conversation Never Had

Chaz M

Weekly Contest #341

Letter 1: From A to Z Hey GorgeousAfter midnight, Long Street was a river of neon and noise.Bass climbed the walls of that nightclub like ivy, shaking loose the parts of me I thought were disciplined.Cigarette smoke curled through blue light; your laugh cut through it cleaner than oxygen.Don’t pretend you don’t remember the way you looked at me… deliberate, dangerous, almost tender.Everything about that first kiss felt like trespassing into something sacred.Fingers at your waist; vodka on your breath; the world narrowing to the small geograp...

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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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Chasing Maybe

Cassie Poormokhtar

Weekly Contest #341

Fluorescents buzzed overhead, while I squeezed another avocado and sighed. “How do you even know if you’re ripe?”I set the rock masquerading as an avocado back down with its friends and looked for the next one that gave any sign of being softer than the last. “Alex? Fighting with the avocados there?” I froze. That voice lived in my head rent free. Even after all these years.I turned around, suddenly face to face with Mischa West.“Mischa? What are you doing here?” I looked around the produce section, looking for some kind of clue to what woul...

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Someone You Used to Love

Weekly Contest #341

The air is cool, sharp on the trails of tears that run down Alice’s face. She wipes them away, spreading the cold onto her hands. There had been a snow storm the night before forcing everyone into coats and inside. She however hadn’t listened, at least to the inside part. “I won’t be out for long,” Alice said, leaning against her apartment window, already annoyed with the conversation. The window had a layer of frost over it. The lights from the apartment reflect into it, changing the color from a white to a warm orange. “How long?” Elias r...

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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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Revenge of the Sea

Weekly Contest #341

*Trigger Warning: Physical violence and substance abuse.* “How sure are we of this plan?” Jonesy asks, eying the collection of rune carved bones, twigs, and pebbles he had cast onto the table bolted to the quarter deck. Geraldine looks over his shoulder, the rough chop of her blonde bob shadowing her face.“How sure are you, witch?” Geraldine asks, pointing at the shapes. No mockery was in her tone however, only reverence. Jonesy looks back at her, shaking his loose brown curls lightly. The colour drains from Geraldine’s face.“Well, I’m sure...

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Waiting For The End Credits

Weekly Contest #341

She hadn’t meant to come back.Not really.But the world stopped caring if she stayed,and the winding road homeStarted playing the gamewhispering her name. The streets were familiar.The names hadn’t changed.But the faces…they smiled too quickly,laughed like they’d rehearsed it. She passed the corner storethe man cleaning pausedjust a second too long,as if he recognised herbut couldn’t place the reason. She told herself it was nothing.Told herself this place was still home. But then she saw the houseat the end of Lantern Hillthe one that used t...

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Champagne and Mint

Sydney Atkin

Weekly Contest #341

Casey bounced his leg through the entire ceremony, his mind on champagne. The wedding was so perfect it was almost tacky. Tears streamed down Aimee’s cheeks from the moment she appeared over the hill with their dad and his signature close-mouthed smile. He was practically holding her up as they promenaded down the grass aisle. Charlie stood in his tux under an altar that was so covered in white roses and baby’s breath it looked riddled with boils and cysts. Charlie didn’t crack a smile or shed a tear the whole ceremony, and only faltered onc...

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Man's Best Friend

Alyssa Weinberger

Weekly Contest #340

To be completely honest with you, as a rule, I usually don’t care for men. There are of course exceptions to the rule: Grandpa for one, Leo at A Dog’s Day Out for another. And of course, Max. I’m sure there are others, or have been, but you’ll have to forgive me for not being able to call them to mind immediately—the number is vanishingly small. It’s nothing personal. But you have to understand where I’m coming from. First and foremost is their size. I understand there’s nothing humans can do about walking on two legs like absolute maniacs....

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Sororization

Martina Gervasi

Weekly Contest #340

I’m slumped on my desk, one hand around my piping hot cup of coffee, when the elevator doors open and Lane steps out onto the office floor. She stands fully upright, showcasing all her height, and takes wide strides as she walks. Unconsciously, almost to try and mimic her composure, I sit up straighter. She wears her usual half top knot and inscrutable expression which, combined with her muscular frame, are the reasons why my co-worker Christina and I refer to her as the Samurai. And we refer to her often, as my crush on her is a recurrent t...

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