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Laura Camacho Frias

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2024

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The power of time

Laura Camacho Frias

Submitted to Contest #263

Penelope had it all: a good family, a cute house, and a satisfying job. But she also had a secret she had never shared with anyone: she was able to bend time and space. She had always seen people around her struggling daily to reach the end of their days and do everything they wanted at work, school, and in their private lives. Time seemed too little for family and friends. People ran continuously, restless, to meet their ends, enjoy their lives, and spend time with people they liked, but not her. She had time. She had love. She had everythi...

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The holiday

Laura Camacho Frias

Submitted to Contest #262

I've never considered myself highly adventurous, but through the years, many have told me that some of my choices might not have been the easiest on the catalog. I've always traveled with my children, and when the first two were small, I always did it in their father's company. Still, when my third son was one year old, and the other two were a constant menace to my mental health, I decided to fly solo and leave my husband at home, who was trying to finish some last-minute deliverables. I had too many holidays after the pregnancy and the mat...

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She made me do it

Laura Camacho Frias

Submitted to Contest #261

The therapist appointed to me by Human Resources told me I should be able to deal more healthily with my feelings, and I told her she might have better conditions than me to think that's remotely possible. She told me as well I should write how I feel in a journal because that's supposed to help me cope with my demons. Apparently, she has not learned yet that my demons have human form and walk the corridors of my office and the rooms in my house. I'm surrounded and damned, but she does not see it that way. According to that intelligent woman...

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Risen

Laura Camacho Frias

Submitted to Contest #260

My name is Leo, and I am thirteen. I live with my parents, my sister, my little brother, and our two dogs. Our days were always ordinary and boring until my mother decided to leave the house one month ago for ten days. Dad never told us where she was and tried to keep the calm around the house, but when she finally returned, she told us three things that would help us to understand. The first was that she needed some alone time from everyone; the second was that she had broken up with her mother; the third was that her deceased father, the g...

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The bridge

Laura Camacho Frias

Submitted to Contest #259

In the four years I'd worked in that company, many things had changed in my life. Still, I had always stayed faithful to the rule I had defined on the very first day: I would never date someone from work. At first, it was easy because I was madly (or idiotically, I'm not sure) in love with my boyfriend, but when he left me after more than three years together, the day after my birthday, I struggled a bit. It is difficult to meet people outside work when you spend all your time there. It's pure statistics. My grandma used to say that good thi...

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Not dead

Laura Camacho Frias

Submitted to Contest #258

It all started a year ago when my grandfather returned from the world of the dead. To be fair, he had never died, "just" disappeared, but for my mother, who saw him convulse in a hospital bed until the flatline appeared and lived without him for decades, both things were the same: he was lost and dead... Twelve months ago, my mother argued with my grandmother during a phone call, which was nothing new but triggered an unexpected event. Who would have told us, her close family, children, and husband, that a discussion about good manners wou...

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Romeo and Juliet met at work

Laura Camacho Frias

Submitted to Contest #257

Rivalries exist everywhere: between countries, families, friends, and work. Recent disputes fuel some of them; others are so old that no one remembers how they started. My name is Juliet. Despite everything I heard when I started my career, nothing stopped me. I was raised to be great. I was educated and lectured about overcoming whatever was thrown at me. Failing was not an option, but I failed a lot. Still, I persevered. I was stubborn and resilient. That never changed. I worked as a product manager in a big multinational company. I s...

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Giddy up

Laura Camacho Frias

Submitted to Contest #256

Once upon a time, when I was a fierce Product Manager, I was invited to the Company's Top Hundred annual meeting. Neither I nor any of my group colleagues - invited as well- were part of such a select group, but our manager had decided that year to do a bit of self-promotion and convinced the organization that we were worthy of being included. So when the day arrived, we were there, the top hundred, a few organizers, and the ten extra-worthy ones, in a remote location, surrounded by greenery and chirping birds, ready to discuss the organizat...

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Burn baby, burn.

Laura Camacho Frias

Submitted to Contest #255

"Every day was the same. Since we were forced to retreat to our homes, share our space twenty-four hours a day with the same people, and fear the end of the world, the time seemed to stop, but it didn't. Hours moved slowly, the air got thinner, and the sounds more intense. I kept waking up early to prepare breakfast for the whole family, but I did not dress as I used to or wear any makeup. My high-heeled shoes gathered dust, and I lost the will to clean them. It was supposed to be two weeks, but we couldn't see the light at the end of the tu...

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Office whispers

Laura Camacho Frias

Submitted to Contest #254

At twenty two years of age, I was the only woman on the technical team when I started working. Around me, there were engineers and technicians, and me: the girl, the woman. I was also one of the youngest and eager to do whatever was necessary to be successful, as long as it was work-related and did not require my personal time. There was a time when I was good at setting personal boundaries. For years, I was surrounded by those men, listened to their stories, and learned from them. Some became almost paternal figures, and others reminded me ...

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Today

Laura Camacho Frias

Submitted to Contest #253

I feel the smell of medicine and decay as I exit the elevator. There is movement in the corridor. People dressed in blue walk slowly. White scrubs rush their way between calls and alarms. I feel like someone forced to attend the opera while having a perforated eardrum. I have been here before and don't want to return, but they told me it might be my last opportunity, so here I am. It's funny how we react to the last chance when we should have paid more attention to all the years before today. But this is not about what happened; it's about t...

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One more decision

Laura Camacho Frias

Submitted to Contest #252

My name is Ella. Growing up, I was told to do my best and conquer the world. My duty was to study, focus on important stuff, and not get distracted. No movies, books, friends, or boys were supposed to derail my mother's goal: I would have what she didn't, and I would share the success with her: my sponsor, my promotor, my everything... at least for a while. School was always tough for me, not because I found it challenging to deal with it, but because I was never as good as others thought I could be. The pressure at school was much better ma...

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The little one

Laura Camacho Frias

Submitted to Contest #251

My grandfather always kept a little brown leather journal in his chest pocket. It was his constant companion, the one I would see in the evenings and the one that, at dinner time, peeked out of his shirt, playing hide and seek with me. I always wondered what secrets it held, what adventures it chronicled, and what cheeky details of adult conversations it concealed. But he did not write that; all he wrote were lists. He did not write about anyone or anything that had happened. There were no fantastic stories to tell me about. He wrote the thi...

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Would you share it?

Laura Camacho Frias

Submitted to Contest #250

He should be sleeping like a baby but Leo woke up in the middle of the night: someone was screaming. It was not a dream, nor one of those nightmares he had had in the past days- since his mother had left the house without any explanation. Mum was back, and everything was as normal as ever. There was no reason to be sad or afraid; still, he was. The boy tried to get the light switch, but the little white box slipped out of his reach, so he walked in the dark towards the corridor. Silence. There were no noises downstairs, and the dog...

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A long weekend to forget and a day to remember

Laura Camacho Frias

Submitted to Contest #249

My phone rang once more, and for a moment, I thought he would have changed his opinion, but when I looked at the screen, it was not him, it was Elena, the department's assistant. I picked up, and before I had time to say anything, she started to yell at me:"Where are you? They are waiting, you are late! I sent you like ten messages!"I looked at my phone. There were no messages. Then I remembered: my work phone. Elena kept yelling things I couldn't understand, maybe because she was speaking too fast or perhaps because I had not slept for thir...

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