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Trevor Ogden

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Refuge

Trevor Ogden

Submitted to Contest #272

I awoke to the smell of something like burnt rubber. Slowly, objects around me took shape, their edges fuzzy and indistinct. Everything blurred together like an abstract soup. The carpet, red, wove snake-like through the hardwood. Coats hung from the wall. Shades of beige and brown and black bled into one another, filling the gaps between them, each spilling over into its neighbor. For a moment they seemed to breathe—rising, falling, rising, falling—until I realized this effect came not from the coats, but from the glow of a candle flickerin...

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The Empty Room

Trevor Ogden

The Castle As you may have already guessed, our Castle is not really a castle in the technical sense, but more of a mansion. We call it a Castle because its granite walls loom large and behind them, we feel invincible. Our “moat” is a creek, albeit a roaring creek, and our “drawbridge” merely a bridge, though the iron gate at the end of it keeps most unwanted visitors away. It was purely in fun that we first referred to our home as a “Castle,” but it wore the name like a cat wears fur. When you touch the stone comprising the walls, Castle fe...

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The Question

Trevor Ogden

Submitted to Contest #46

Jane finished reading and looked up at me expectantly. I did my best to appear thoughtful, as if her story had given me something to contemplate. There wasn’t much to contemplate. She had submitted three different stories over the eight weeks of our workshop, and every one of them centered on an extra-marital affair. She rubbed the ring on her left hand as she awaited feedback. “Thank you, Jane,” I said. “Thoughts?” Shawna spoke first. Of the five people in the group, she was the best writer. Privately, I worried that her writing might act...

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