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

Middle school Short Stories to read

Submitted by writers on Reedsy Prompts to our weekly writing contest. Keeping the attention of a middle schooler is hard. But our collection of gripping middle school short stories will do the trick!

Middle school Short Stories – Page 2

The Locked Cupboard

Weekly Contest #343

CW: Crude language, gore The Locked Cupboard byLije Clay Isabella never could keep her mouth shut. Her mom really should’ve known better. Sooner or later she was bound to tell me, or one of our friends. It wasn’t so much that she was a blabber mouth, it was just that she couldn’t resist one-upping. For example, here’s a conversation we had a week before she told me her big bad secret:“Did you hear Elijah got suspended?” I said.“No, what did he do?” she said.“He called Mr. Beach a bad word.”“What was it?”“Douche leech. I don’t know what it m...

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Hey miles

Weekly Contest #342

Hey miles does this look good?Arianna,Your the prettiest girl Ive ever seenYour eyes are the prettiest shade of greenYour smile is like a gift to meWill you go to the dance with me?Jason--------------------------------------------------------------------------Hey miles does this look good?Stop passing notes, we’ll get in troubleArianna,Your the prettiest girl Ive ever seenYour eyes are the prettiest shade of greenYour smile is like a gift to meWill you go to the dance with me?Jason-------------------------------------------------------------...

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Yes, I Remember

Weekly Contest #341

Middle school can be described as a place where the excitement of friends and one’s growing freedom collide recklessly with heightened social fears and anxiety. In 1978 that collision arrived for me in the form of a cute 7th grader. My harmless flirtation crashed head on with one of life's most unsettling lessons. The flirtation was quiet, dreamy, somewhere between unease and anticipation, I don’t even think we were speaking more than a sentence or two at our lockers, but the energy was palpable. My only mistake embarking on this new entangl...

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Lonely

Weekly Contest #340

I was staring at a pair of shoes. Again.Scuffed toes, frayed laces, and green canvas. Skinny ankles sprouted upwards into the smallest person who lived in the house. She barely cast a shadow on a sunny day, and I hadn’t even heard the swish of her steps on the grass. She’d sneaked up on my hiding spot. I sighed.Drops of rain gathered on the edge of the leaves above me then dropped with soft plips onto the ground. A light rain had started when the sun dipped behind a cloud.My toes and my coat were damp. An icy chill crept along my back with a...

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Gina Esperanza

Weekly Contest #339

Saturday! And we’re going, shopping in the MGG-Multistore! Me, Olivia, Sophia, and Lily - our culture-vulture. No school today, no homework, no pain and confusion, just FUN! It’s going to be a lovely day again, hot, and sunny, just like I feel, and I feel like that Italian style flowered frock. I love the way it flows when I walk and swirls when I turn. Today I feel pretty, and when I look in the mirror: I am pretty! So there! Three hours later Gina and her friends were riding up the escalator on their way to the Young Vogues floor, Olivia a...

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SamSara (and) The Bully

Weekly Contest #339

SamSara (and) the Bully I can’t understand why my parents sent me to this stupid school. It was fine when I was a little kid, but now that we’re in sixth grade and are the older kids in the school, it’s the worst. The only thing the other girls care about is their looks and boys. Forgive me, I don’t want to just stand around at recess watching boys play football and then cheer for them like some airheaded idiot. Sorry, but when I go to the bathroom, I just go to the bathroom, I don’t obsess in front of the mirror for hours on...

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My Chameleon Day

Weekly Contest #337

A chameleon’s tongue launches at ridiculous speeds, capturing bugs before they even know they’ve been targeted. Chameleons can also blend in with their environment to such an extent that people use their name to imply someone disappears. Their mucus literally acts like glue to capture their prey. Even so, many extraordinary varieties are on the verge of extinction. Is it any wonder that I’m struggling in seventh grade? I mean, I’m a teenager with spina bifida who can barely walk with braces. That’s why, for my entire life, I’ve been prayin...

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Huckleberry’s Secret

Weekly Contest #334

Once upon a time in a quaint little town called Dorris lived a young boy named Selv. Selv was not like the other children, he was named after his great-great grandfather and lived a life of luxury. The town was mostly poverty level or below with small houses lining the pot holed filled streets, but Selv lived in a big white house. The house was so beautiful with its clean white exterior, sleek black front door, steps leading up to a big front porch and black columns which held up a small balcony from the second floor. The house had big open ...

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The Tale of Peaks and horns

Weekly Contest #334

Once upon a time, there was a village tucked away in the jagged folds of a range known as The Mountain. Its people were carved from the same gray stone they inhabited: sturdy, rough-hewn, and unyieldingly upright. They were wealthy and prosperous, thanks to the trade of bear hides. The air there smelled of ochre and musk, for they tanned their skins with a mastery that made the leather as supple as a second skin. A single lineage, the Master Furriers, held the reins of this "brown gold" trade.But prosperity had made them soft. From years of ...

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Spells, loneliness and bad weather

Weekly Contest #332

CW: Coercion and grooming behavior involving a minor Crimson ink shot across the previously blank parchment. A young witch wined, adding the spoiled paper to an ever-growing pile. “Fuck this”, Enid cried.Muffled giggles crept under her dorm room door, a not-so-subtle reminder of teenage isolation. A neon purple message drew her attention to her phone,“How's it going?” Finally, Damain had messaged her back.“It's not working :(““U must not be trying hard enough,” he responded, “ Maybe this spell needs more commitment?”“Like what?’Enid rolled o...

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A Solstice Festival: Changing of the Seasons

Weekly Contest #332

“I hope I don’t get too hot in this leather vest,” Leominor fretted as he ran his fingers through his beard and long curly hair. “Are you sure about that jacket?” Kit’s questioned, “You don’t want the men in the audience to get the wrong idea.” He glanced down at the sheer caftan adorned with pressed flowers along the bottom hem and sleaves. Leominor laughed, “Not sure what you mean Kit. It pairs nicely with the dress you’ve chosen.”She twirled, sending the sundress made of sunflowers flying around her. “It is a special occasion.” It was not...

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I saw It On The News (aka: Dinner Date at Dairy Queen) by Holden Wennekers

Weekly Contest #330

CW: Physical violence, gore or abuse, Sexual violence I saw it on the news. Mortified me to my core. I think the last time I saw her was just three weeks prior.My God, if I’d had known.We met at the Dairy Queen we used to lunch at back in middle school. I must have waited in the parking lot in the cold about an hour past the time she said she’d show. She arrived in a taxi cab. She didn’t look good. I’d heard she’d had her license taken away months prior, and got around in cabs. She gave me a big hug, a desperate hug, like she hadn’t been hug...

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My English Teacher Is a Mad Scientist

Weekly Contest #329

“It was a dark and stormy night.”The class groaned in one, long voice – a chorus of complainers who had painstakingly practiced for years.“I haven’t even gotten to the story yet!” The teacher at the front of the room set the book down on the nearest desk. As if embarrassed, the pages fanned away from the heckled text.“Yeah, but it wasn’t gonna be a good one,” a student said.“We said we wanted a scary story, Mr. C.!”Mr. C. crossed his arms. While at school, it seemed as if annoyance lived on his face, and this conversation wasn’t helping it m...

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Silly Old Cat

Weekly Contest #327

The cat crept cautiously along the branch, planting each paw carefully, as if using the knots and whorls of the bark to keep it anchored to the tree. Her mouth was opening and closing, calling for help from the people walking through the park below – some of them dashing to appointments or meetings; others entertaining dogs and children in the cool autumn air. But the sound that came from the animal teetering among the topmost leaves of the tallest tree in the park, was unheard by any below, rushing about their day. Anyone but little Elsie M...

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Summer Homework

Weekly Contest #327

A children’s fantasy tale about a young, not-so-skilled witch called Athena. ‘Shoo!’ Athena cried at a scrawny grey kitten that had suddenly mewed from the yard. She’d only just begun her spell — and, of course, it had gone wrong.She had been trying to call down rain — again. But although autumn had begun, the sun shone shamelessly in a clear blue sky, and not a single cloud even thought about gathering. First Athena got cross, then she felt miserable. Then she went into a sulk.She was very proud of her name — mainly because there wasn’t mu...

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