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Camille Clarke

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2024

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Death

Weekly Contest #252

Death                                          By Camille Clarke  Mark looked around at the arid, dry ground. He knew what lay ahead. The smell blowing in the breeze was acrid, vomitous and telling. It was a smell you would never forget. Death. Death has a smell. You can't doubt it. The stench is overpowering. It was a habit ...

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The Explorer

Weekly Contest #249

THE EXPLORER  This story has sensitive topics such as death, language, and sexual violence. Discretion is advised. In the year of our lord, Anno Domini, May 20th, 1506.  This might be my last journal as I lay here on my death bed. The Chaplin has just left, and I am not feeling my best. I was informed by the doctors that I had gout and things did not look favorable for me. This infernal disease took some of my crew.  I regret that I did not allot more time to spend with my family. I loved being at sea and this was a ...

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The Eclipse

Weekly Contest #245

THE ECLIPSE  By Camille Clarke  This story might be sensitive to some readers. Please use caution.  ” What's going on here? Help me!” Aaron screamed at the mirror in the school's bathroom. He was glad everyone was in class. Something was wrong with him.  Aaron called his father. He had to get out of the school's compound.  He saw hair started to grow on his hands then his limbs began to grow. He looked in the mirror. He looked different. He could hear the students typing i...

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THE MEETING

Weekly Contest #244

             THE MEETING                                        By Camille Clarke  Characters have been changed but this was based on a true story. Was it a rumor or was it just a simple coincidence? Maybe it was a coincidence but if you got your photogra...

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Andee

Weekly Contest #243

  ANDEE  By Camille Clarke  Grant held him in his arms and gave him a hug. “You are so cute. I am going to name you Andee. “ At that time a bus drove by with a loud noise from the muffler that blocked out the “ee. “Believing his name was “And. “His ears would poke up every time he heard the “word. “ After a while he got used to hearing the word “and. “ Andee was a young, small, cute, little Yorkshire terrier that had just been caught by the city pound worker...

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The Enemy

Weekly Contest #243

THE ENEMY  By Camille Clarke  Leslie felt groggy and a bit disoriented as she woke up. The room was dark, cold and smelled like fresh coffee and sausages. She gave a good stretch and was still confused as she looked around the spacecraft. Then she remembered that she was in space and was on her way to earth, which was her final destination. The spacecraft left Titan’ s International Space Station two months ago and Leslie was glad to be at the end of this journey. It u...

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The Picture

 This story contains mention of the occult, sensitive matter and body excretion  THE PICTURE  BY CAMILLE CLARKE  Photo care of the Internet  ” One is day, and one is night, Will only live when it is bright, Once was love and now is hate, Now is beautiful, priceless, and great, To break the spell, she must see light, Will come to life and break thy stri...

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Revenge

Weekly Contest #241

REVENGE Et Tu, Brute?  By Camille Clarke  Dusty's face was bruised, his mouth was swollen, and he sported a black eye and wounds to his body. He trembled with fear, stammering as he softly and a bit hesitantly answered.  “Who did this to you?” Mark asked standing in front of his brother. What mess did he get into this time? “It was Gregg,” Dusty looked away, hanging his head in shame.  Mark did not need to hear anymore. He already hated Gregg. He waited years for any excuse to pound him. He fel...

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