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Kanden Lang

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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In the End, He Looked Not

Kanden Lang

Submitted to Contest #81

I open my eyes and take my first conscious breath for the day. The scent of Dove’s cinnamon coffee floods my nostrils. Dove always smells of cinnamon, and so does our house and everything in it. I hear footsteps coming from the hall, nearing my door. “Trin, do you want some coffee?” he asks, poking his head in. I open my eyes and squint against the shockingly bright light of my bedroom. “Dove, I can’t stand cinnamon.” “I know, love, that’s why I made yours first. I assure you, it’s one hundred percent cinnamon free. Come join me, won’t y...

22 likes

A Cabin at Calvin Lake

Kanden Lang

Submitted to Contest #77

This is the second part to my previous story, A Drowning at Calvin Lake. It would be awesome if you could read that story first, but I don't think it's necessary for this story to make sense--it would just give some helpful context. Thanks for reading!Trigger Warning: mentions of domestic abuse, alcoholism, suicide.The frozen sheet let out a groan as Ren shifted her weight onto it. With each timid step, the ice grumbled. Ren was halfway to Tavin when she heard a crack beneath her.Instinctively, she dropped onto her stomach and army crawled t...

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A Drowning at Calvin Lake

Kanden Lang

Submitted to Contest #77

Trigger Warning: mentions of domestic abuse, alcoholism, drowning.Ren shielded her eyes against the light glinting off the snow. She swept her gaze over her surroundings, scanning the untouched blanket of white disguising the terrain beneath it.She hadn’t expected such a loud shattering sound to ring out into the woods when it happened. The ice, hidden under the same layer of powder as the rest of the landscape, couldn’t have been more than a few inches thick. The lake below couldn’t have been less than fifteen feet deep.He should have notic...

13 likes

Numbers and Ground Gods

Kanden Lang

Submitted to Contest #74

There’s a tap tapping at the door. Dad must be home! I already put nine by the door, and Dad said he will be back in five to ten.I used to think five to ten meant five, two, ten; but then Dad told me that was too many.I also used to think Dad was really called that. When Mom was still with us, that was the only name he ever had. Mom’s not here anymore, and now Dad said I need to call him Trav. In my head, though, where he can’t get me, he will always be Dad.I wrap my hands around the yellow doorknob and twist the way Mom taught me to when sh...

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Year Five

Kanden Lang

Submitted to Contest #73

Jenson flipped a switch and the bathroom lights flickered to life, revealing her figure in the mirror. She chuckled at the mess her long hair had become in the night and set to work making herself presentable. Doubtless Gray would be sending his private driver to fetch her at any moment.As if on cue, the second she finished dousing her made-up face in setting spray, there was a knock at the door.“Ms. Bradley, are you ready? Mr. Covington said he requests your presence promptly,” Colin’s voice barely sneaked through the closed door.Jenson too...

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Letters to Maria Rose

Kanden Lang

Submitted to Contest #70

Sandy Perkins sank into the office chair at his desk. He pulled a box of stationery and writing utensils from the bottom drawer. He dipped his pen into the well of ink and masterfully swiped a greeting onto the heavy stationery. Dear Maria Rose Ellison… The Perkins house had been a witness to many such a letter, each with the same delicate handwriting and addressed to the same delicate woman. Sandy Perkins was a patient and determined man. As he wrote, Sandy willed himself to get lost in his most recent proclamation of love. No more ex-Mrs...

17 likes

Hum

Kanden Lang

Shortlisted for Contest #68 ⭐️

The sky is positively glowing with first light. The purplish snow clouds blur into the horizon and sunlight bleeds through them, lighting them ablaze with gold. A shiver courses through me as a stir comes from behind me.I turn to find that she’s already up. She pulls on her robe and joins me at our massive bay window. She tousles my mop of black curls and chuckles. “Look at yourself!”I look back at the window and find my expressionless face staring back at me, my hair in a frizzy pile on top of my head. Then, I see her reflection as she rest...

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Author bio

I've had a passion for writing since I was in the fourth grade. Now, my writing was surely lacking technical skill and refinement at that point. In fact, eight years later, I'm sure it still is. I'm still learning, and my writing is far from perfect, but I've thankfully held on to that passion for all these years. It fuels me to keep imagining, and to keep trying, and to never stop getting better.
I'm so thankful for Reedsy. I discovered the weekly writing contest months before I turned eighteen, meaning I was not yet old enough to participate. I kept my eye on the goings on for those months, and now I am overjoyed to be old enough to join in! What a birthday present!
A big thank you to anyone who reads anything I've submitted, and a big thank you to anyone who's helped me along in developing my love of writing. I look forward to becoming a part of this community of passionate people just like me! Happy writing and reading to you all!

1 shortlisted story ⭐️

Contest #68

Hum – read story