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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.

150+ 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 of 10

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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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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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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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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Coffee Djinni

Weekly Contest #325

Coffee Djinni Frowning, Allen stepped from the elevator. At the door to his apartment, he found a package wrapped in plain brown paper. Above the mailing label, Happy Birthday! was written in large red letters. The sender: his mom. He rolled his eyes and groaned.They hadn't spoken for weeks, not since their last argument, something about how he was always too busy to visit, or how he was never grateful for anything. She always had something to complain about. But now, a birthday package?The lights in his apartment blinked on as he entered. T...

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Paints

Weekly Contest #323

For the last two years, I’ve felt myself slipping slowly. Smiles light up electric white, and laughter rings as clear as glass shards. People watch my beautiful, painted mask slip and fall, some think I’m terrifying, others can’t believe anyone could suggest anything remotely close to that. And me? I like to believe that I’m somewhere between the two. There are days where the sunlight makes it past the layers of paint caking up my skin, days where the dust that used to be my eyelids solidifies in the warmth peeking through. Days when my nail...

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The Truth Project

Weekly Contest #322

He woke up, panting heavily, the elusive wisps of breath slowly returning the color back to his cheeks. He sprang up bolt upright on his bed, clutching his head in terror. She was probably the reason that he’d refused to admit his weakness, the fact that he’d been riddled by undecipherable images and flashbacks at his darkest nights. They all carried a tinge of deja vu, the type of deja vu that sent you reeling back through old trauma and drama alike. It had sent him spiraling through memories that felt familiar, yet unfathomable. Once upon ...

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The Tree

Weekly Contest #320

Kit stomped his way through the woods. Twigs snapped beneath his feet as branches brushed his pant legs. Rain pelted the leaves overhead in a steady drip, drip, drop, plop, drip. It wasn't coming down hard yet, but if he stayed out too long he would end up soaked. His mother would not approve... nor would her husband. But that really wasn't the problem. He stopped and scanned the terrain. His stomach twisted. He didn't know where he was anymore. Kit raised a hand to his forehead, brushing aside damp bangs as he shielded his eyes from the int...

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Bump

Weekly Contest #319

BumpBy Christine Heriat 1. “Oleeever, you can’t hide from me,” it said, with a voice sharp as a squeaky door. The bed’s legs bumped against the wooden floor. Oliver groped around, eyes closed, searching for Billy Fantastic, his favorite superhero, but came up empty. The stench of putrid slime and dead rats smothered him. He pulled the duvet over his head. “Oleeever, I’m not leaving until I see you.” His bed rocked and shook. “Oleeever, you’ll have to come out if you want Billy back.” Oliver thought: No, the monster hasn’t c...

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Amelia

Weekly Contest #318

Patented brown leather shoes squeaked down the hallway in a grating tone overshadowing the swish, swish of vestments. The offensive shoes drew Christine’s attention- ugly and dinged up. They were mottled from years of wear in rain or shine of the rapid swings in Ohio weather- having splashed through slush outside on the sidewalk flanking the church while shaking hands lingeringly with wealthy parishioners or the mud of field day before school blessedly let out.The hideous shoes hidden under bleached and pure white robes halted in front of on...

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Tangie and Lucy's Extravaganza!

Weekly Contest #318

“Alarm, Alarm,” said Colonel Frisbee as the alarm sounded. All around him, people were running like crazy. Tripping over one another. Some retched in terror as they contemplated the evil that awaited them all. How could they be so dumb? How could they be so naïve? There was nothing they could do but hope beyond hope. All they could do was pray that Operation Dagestani would be successful. They had waited their entire lives for this moment. Many had seen combat. Others had traveled the world as professional athletes. Still others had taken th...

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Remember Why You Started

Weekly Contest #317

CW: Mentions of suicidal ideation Walking into the school, my hands on the straps of my backpack with a spring in my step, I was excited for my first day. Teaching Language Arts had been my dream since I was fourteen years old.I propped my classroom door open and stood with my arms folded as I paced around the hallway. The analog clock above the hallway’s entrance read 7:55. Class started at 8:10, and kids weren’t supposed to line up for class until 8:07, but the assistant principal had instructed staff members to stand watch in the hallway ...

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