Raymond Ogilvie

“Thank You for Being You, Ana Wilmer” by Raymond Ogilvie

Dear Anastasia Wilmer,I know you probably hear this a lot, but I am your number one fan. I own every one of your books. Actually, I have 2 copies of “Love on the Plateau's Horizon” since my Mom threw my first out into a pile of mud. I even have your poem and short story anthologies. You may be surprised to know that I even listened to the album you put out when you were nineteen. I heard about it from your Wiki page. It was beautiful.Sometimes your art is the only comfort I can find. I mean it when I say that you saved my life. Thank you so ...

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“The Railway Phantom” by Raymond Ogilvie

Mariah listened to the pianist playing in the bustling train station. On a T.V. was white text on black blocks, words spoken by a handsome forecaster above. “Expect heavy rain to continue throughout the night…” The sky was overcast, yet rain hadn’t fallen yet. She hoped it wouldn’t; she forgot her umbrella at the warehouse. The clock read 6:04. A short, old man with snow-white hair under a gray fedora tapped his leg and checked his watch. He shook his head and looked at Mariah, “I don’t see the train. It had better not be late on a night li...

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“In Search of Popcorn” by Raymond Ogilvie

Submitted to Contest #100

“We have chips, cookies, and a vegetable tray for when you’re sick of the other two.” “And you have the movie?” Malakai held up a box, it’s cover filled with contrasting blacks, reds and whites. “Yep. 1976 Slasher Revolution Quartet, just like you asked.” “Did you make popcorn?” He was silent for a second, “Popcorn. Did you ask me to make popcorn?” “Seeing as we’re watching scary movies, I thought the implication was clear.” his fastidious boyfriend, Onyxian, said. “I don’t think we have popcorn, but I’ll go check.” The cupboard whine...

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“Murder Train” by Raymond Ogilvie

Submitted to Contest #90

First class was heavy with perfume, the scent so thick it could’ve had a physical presence. A splitting migraine ensued and it was only eleven thirty. I decided I needed a break from the alcoholic air and made my way to the lavatory, nearing the caboose. Upon arrival (not even entrance!) I instantly wished I had toughed out my headache. A nauseatingly rotten smell had assaulted me. It came from the lavatory car, but the odor was atypically bad. I have no clue why, despite this, I opened that door. The compulsion could have been what saved...

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“Spring Survival” by Raymond Ogilvie

Submitted to Contest #86

Sequel to “Winter Awakening” Through the window, yellow blooms reached up from the snow. They were Grandma’s favorite. Grandpa Charles sat in his rocking chair, reading a book by the fireplace. Aviva grabbed a bright pink snow jacket from the coat hooks near the door. She was going to pick the flowers to give to Grandpa. Ever since Grandma disappeared he seemed sad, the flowers might make him feel happy. Cold air gusted at her face. Stars still sparkled in the morning sky. “Aviva, shut the door and don’t go out!” Grandpa yelled. The do...

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“Winter Awakening” by Raymond Ogilvie

Submitted to Contest #86

I woke to a knocking near my head and a mouth cracked dry. My bones popped and creaked as I stretched for the first time in months. It was great to be out of that cramped coffin. “Good evening lazy pants, you hungry?” I nodded to Jules, my brother born 80 years before me, but my best friend. A tickle ran across my face, which I seized with my thumb and index finger. I crunched the spider in between my teeth. The blood of arachnids was never as tasty as those from mammals. “So winter’s come already? Seems like just yesterday we shut in fo...

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“The Mushroom Patch” by Raymond Ogilvie

Submitted to Contest #84

Usually the sun woke Paul up, but today it was the commotion outside. Through binoculars he watched a gruff man take a backpack of scavenged food. Judging by the child who watched a short distance away, she was a mother.  The man pulled a pistol on her, but was stopped when a swarm of undead came at them. It looked to Paul like the entire planet had lost their minds. Despite the ongoing apocalypse; Paul considered himself lucky. No doubt he hated these times; just as bad as the stories had always depicted. But his grandfather owned a...

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