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

150+ Urban fantasy Short Stories to read

Submitted by writers on Reedsy Prompts to our weekly writing contest. From vampires at the bar to werewolves around the corner, our collection of urban fantasy stories will bring the magical into everyday life.

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Campaign Sole Right For 2026 Between My Past Self vs My Present Self

Weekly Contest #336

Campaign Sole Right For 2026 Between My Past self vs My Present Self Warning this story contains mature adult's theme such as curse words and sex content. Reader's discretion is advised Two females best of friends, are just traveling back from Orlando, Florida heading back to their home state of New York. Usually anyone who takes a trip to a dream state like sunny Florida would be in the highest of sprints. However, that’s not the case with those two best friends with one having a concern expression on her face while the other is busy utte...

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At night I dream I have lived many lives

Weekly Contest #336

My shadow left when I was asleep, unseen under the blanket of night. Unheard under the deafening noise of stillness. She left me to pursue another life, removed herself from the tumour of my physical form, so no barrier of futile hesitation or imaginative misfortune could halt her. She had grown tired of the follies of my constitution. Fight-or-flight never existed within me; in the face of impending doom, of consequence, I was a deer on a dark road. Unable to even react, only ever a witness to my downfall. I had watched my life over the yea...

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Bronze Feathers and Ancient Blueprints

Weekly Contest #336

"You're still up.""I made tea. The pot's still warm if you want some.""Thanks. Smells like... chamomile?""With honey. Great-Aunt Gertrude's blend. I make it when I'm working through something complicated.""The German porcelain cups.""You noticed.""Hard not to. They're beautiful. So. You sent a message saying you'd figured something out?""I did. Though 'figured out' might be overstating it. More like... the pieces finally connected.""Okay. I'm listening.""Do you remember breakfast last week? When I mentioned the owl I built when I was twelve?...

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Loving Aedera

Weekly Contest #336

The words are like rancid honey, a sickly-sweet poison that coats my tongue in a thick layer of regret. We are both still, holding our breaths as if the words will disappear if we don’t acknowledge them, if we stay as quiet as humanly possible. But they hang there, bearing down on us, demanding to be recognized. The weight of truth is oppressive, suffocating. And there is no denying my words rang true. They’d remained caged in my heart like a feral animal. Clawing, fighting, stalking for the right time to escape. The right time to flee from...

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Supernatural Conversation

Weekly Contest #336

Supernatural Conversation The following story contains cursing words and adult matters such as baby mother and religion views. Reader discretion is advice.“It’s 11 o’clock on a Friday night looking for a lady to hit the sheets...who in the hell is calling me this time of night?...hello.” a man said “Hello little brother did I catch you at a bad time?” a woman asked “Ashia?...what the hell are you doing calling me at this time of night?” the man asked “Really after all the drunken times you called your big sister late nights complaining abo...

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The Exit Interview

Weekly Contest #336

The fluorescent lights in Conference Room 3B hummed at a frequency that suggested they were perhaps three days away from finally giving up entirely—a timeline Rebecca understood intimately, having spent the last forty-five minutes watching Darren from HR attempt to conduct an exit interview with something that was, technically speaking, no longer entirely present in this dimension. "So if you could just initial here," Darren said, sliding the Non-Disclosure Agreement across the laminate table (Ikea, the BEKANT series, battleship gray, purcha...

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Sharp and Shabby

Weekly Contest #336

With the onset of dawn, the diner, as it always was at this hour, was inhabited mainly by a handful of lingering drunks, first shift workers, and social outcasts. One outcast in particular pushed his way through the door and surveyed the interior of the burger-and-flapjack joint. The man was of a shabby sort. His beaten and faded clothes fluttered loosely from his skinny frame as he made his way to the back of the dining room. The mindless chatter of a handful of drunken twenty-somethings slowed as he passed. Not so inconspicuously, their co...

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How Turkeys Drown in the Rain, or Three Floods

Weekly Contest #336

Teresa puts a wilting rose in a sea green bottle and admires her handiwork shortly thereafter. She looks outside her window and sees you looking in at her. The water is up to your chest and you are gulping in air as though practicing for when it will consume you. Teresa doesn’t quite laugh to herself, but she makes a little noise indicating that she thinks where you are is the result of your choices and nothing else. We try to tell her that you have amnesia, but she doesn’t believe it. Don’t take it personally. She doesn’t believe in amnesia...

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The Boy Who Closed his Eyes in June

Weekly Contest #336

The Boy Who Closed his Eyes in June It was the end of June when Jim closed his eyes with a long sigh and rested his arms, palms to the ceiling, on the living room sofa. His mother specifically remembers the very instant it happened. She was making soup and the world stopped for an instant, the simmer became static, the air denser and colder. A drift, one might think. But no, it wasn't just that. Deep in her loins, she could sense the danger. A dagger carving through her flesh, cutting umbilical cords, burning connections. ...

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The Authentic Experience

Weekly Contest #336

Sarah Chen had always been a meticulous planner.She color-coded her lesson plans. She wrote grocery lists that were divided by aisle. She once reorganized the faculty lounge fridge because the condiment shelf had become, in her words, “a moral failing.”So when she saw the flyer for the Historical Immersion Society pinned crookedly to the bulletin board next to a half-torn flyer for lost keys and a laminated reminder about microwave etiquette, she read every word twice.Experience history like never before! Perfect for educators seeking authen...

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The Pool Beneath Hunter Street

Weekly Contest #335

There was always something odd about the Hunter Street Mall. A ghost town. Shops boarded up. Shutters permanently closed. Graffiti tags spritzing the walls. And yet, every weekend, at night it was full of people. Coming and going. Marching and staggering. Traipsing from the pubs and nightclubs at either end of it. Lights shone through the upstairs windows, even though there was no visible doors to enter the buildings. The escalator to the food court had rusted solid. The sea salt air and the tables concreted into the floor with no chairs. Mu...

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The House in the Bubble

Weekly Contest #335

Ivy was falling. She had tripped on the sidewalk, but concrete had failed to meet her. In a flippant motion, she had slipped past the ground. She was slowly drifting downwards in what looked like a massive square bubble, suspended in the clouds. She craned her neck upwards to look for the sidewalk. Nothing but sky & bubblish ceiling showed itself. She softly landed on the bottom of the bubble, surprised by its warmth. It felt like smooth skin. Looking around, she only saw one thing of note in the bubble: a house. The house was fish-eyed:...

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Crossings At Dawn

Weekly Contest #335

Oneiron’s heels clacked against the pavement as he trotted down the silent streets of Ailinn City, his short silken robe swishing as he went. With a magnificent yawn, he paused to snag a cigarette from a slender brass-container in his purse — peppermint blend to wash off the taste of the last customer from his mouth — lit it up and took a long hard drag that stung, blissful, to the very roots of his being.Oneiron turned sharp around the next street corner, headed to his house. The embers of rising sun bled into the neon lights of downtown — ...

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of Heaven, but not from it

Weekly Contest #335

She knew this day was coming. The weak morning sun julienned its way through the blinds, dappling the room in shadows. October 10th, the date that was glaring at her for weeks from the fridge door. She fumbles for her phone. Two hours until the Judge would declare court in session. "Rei, I can't make it, I have work. Talk with Mr. Hughes about the offer he made. You won't win the case, and I can't afford to pay for all that property damage if I want to pay for your sister's college. – Mum." The note lay innocuous on the kitchen table, when R...

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Everytime Under the Full Moon

Weekly Contest #334

The upbeat song could be heard from the inside even with the doors closed. A cigarette left her lips with the anxious movement of her shaky hand; she choked with the smoke that was subsequently exhaled with a cough. This wasn’t her first time smoking; in fact, she’d picked up this habit decades ago when it became fashionable, just to blend in. Now, it was something so natural to her that every time she looked for a distraction, she reached for the small metal box that rested in her pocket.With her shoulders slouched, she closed in on herself...

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