Cameron Navarre

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2024

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“Carved” by Cameron Navarre

Submitted to Contest #272

With a bit of pressure, the knife plunged into the thick flesh. Jessica turned the knife, forcing it to cut along the lines she had sketched onto the skin. This was her favorite part, the carving. She didn’t care much about clearing out the innards, too painstaking and messy. But the carving, that artistic act of mutilation, that was what she had waited all year for. As the cut lines intersected, the freed pieces of orange flesh fell into the hollowed interior with a thunk! With knife in hand, like an artist with her paintbrush, she stepped ...

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“Dead to Write” by Cameron Navarre

Submitted to Contest #266

My faithful readers,In the pages of this monthly column, I have revealed to you the mysterious doings of some of the most curious and eccentric persons on this earth. Over the years of your faithful readership, you’ve followed along on my adventures in meeting such elusive characters as the Bayou Swamp Preacher, the Magician Salesman, and the Mob Exorcist. Although I’m proud of my chronicles thus far, there had been one particularly evanescent figure of great importance who had evaded my attention…until now. Join me as I regale my encou...

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“3 Steps and You're Out” by Cameron Navarre

Submitted to Contest #265

“I’m leaving,” Cassie announced. Hanging her arm out the window, she patted the grey door of her Honda Civic three times. Cool morning air slid over her arm, raising delightful goosebumps. Her other hand gripped the steering wheel, confidently guiding the old car along the winding country road lined with dark green pine trees. This was a route she had taken thousands of times. She knew every curve, every pothole, every tree leaning a bit too precariously over the road. Breathing deeply through her nose, she savored the scent of pine, damp so...

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“Thank You (A Confessional)” by Cameron Navarre

Submitted to Contest #261

For nurse Sarah Robinson,Thank you for taking such good care of this old man in his final days. I couldn’t have asked for a more compassionate and competent person to guide me towards the end of the line. I have no doubt that, even if you knew who I was, and what I did, you would have treated me with the same care and respect that I have come to receive these past few days. As a final request, my hope is that you can help these letters find their way to their intended recipients. If you are curious and would like to know more about the man y...

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“Just a dream?” by Cameron Navarre

Submitted to Contest #260

“What if you’re not dreaming?” Martin was watching the rain drops streaking down the window. The watery paths warped the view of the greenery outside. A fitting metaphor, he thought, but the reason escaped him. For a moment, he wondered where he was, before noticing the familiar smell of old books and stale coffee. “I’m…I’m sorry, what did you say?” Martin replied, slowly turning his head towards his faceless therapist. The man wore a yellow sweater, his torso standing out amidst the washed-out browns and black objects in the dimly lit offic...

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“Love Pop” by Cameron Navarre

Submitted to Contest #259

Eric pretends to look at the pre-fix menu. He’s discreetly glancing at Sasha, who is silently mouthing the words as she reads hers. While her eyes dart back and forth, she brushes back the dark, curly hair that has fallen around her face. Lately, Erik’s found himself stealing glances like this, wondering to himself how he could ever doubt the strength of his feelings for her. “This place is sooo…” Sasha pauses, searching for word. “Bougie?” Eric says, laughing. Sasha smiles and nods in agreement. After five months of dating, all the key piec...

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“State” by Cameron Navarre

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #235

A gunshot crackles through the air. You flinch. A wisp of smoke rises across the field. A blur of bodies bursts away from the gunman. Arms and legs swing furiously. You anxiously shift your weight back and forth. Your foot begins to shake. Breathe. The mass of sprinting bodies curves and hurtles towards you. You stare at the white tape on the ground in front of you.  If you start too early or too late, you’ll never recover. Wait. The screaming and yelling swells. Wait. Your hearts pounding, your fight-or-flight instincts scream for rele...

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Author bio

I work as a mechanical engineer based in Austin, Texas. I've always enjoyed writing, so I've decided to dip my toes into the literary waters.

Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #235
State – read story