Trevor Caswell

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2021

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“The Bench ” by Trevor Caswell

Submitted to Contest #188

“So, what’s the catch?” he asks. “There isn’t one.” I try to smile at him across the bench, but he doesn’t see it. His thoughts trail must be trailing off again.  I watch the wrinkles spilling from the corners of his eyes squeeze into tight lines as he squints off into the distance. “It’s completely up to you, though,” I add, trying to hide the excitement in my voice.  “But.. why would you? I mean – after all the pain that I’ve caused you.” He drops his face into his hands and rubs his forehead. I catch him stealing a qui...

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“The Little Red Book” by Trevor Caswell

Submitted to Contest #186

“Beep! This is your final attempt. Failure will result in a total reset.” A woman's sinister voice blasts out over the town and reverberates in my jaw. I don’t know what it is about her, but she doesn’t sound human to me. The mechanical voice exploded from the top of the looming black tower. Its exterior is so dark that it steals all of the sunlight around it. I feel the warmth drain from my face as I stand there gawking at it. A long ominous shadow hangs over the shanty wood buildings making up this pathetic town square. Ahead of me is...

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“The Dreamer” by Trevor Caswell

Submitted to Contest #114

Chewed fingernails sit in a pile next to his keyboard. Daniel slowly gnaws down on the corner edge of his pinky. A napkin spotted with blood is crumpled up on his lap awaiting its next dab. He sits there chomping on what’s left of the pinky nail until he eventually strikes blood. Only then, does he remove the ends of his finger from his mouth and wrap it in the napkin. Daniel sits at the counter most evenings and unsuccessfully treads the stormy waters of anxiety that fill his head. The bottoms of his feet are tingling from swinging errati...

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Author bio

Casual writer and passionate reader. Books inspire me to color outside of the lines and explore the world through another writer's eyes. The words seem to float off the paper and become a movie screen that pulls me closer every word. I want to be able to inspire others with my own words someday. I hope Reedsy helps me get there.