Kendall Defoe

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (174)

174 Stories

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“A Kind of Magic...” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #281

Okay, this is really not my fault.I am now in a very different spot than I’m used to (buzz). And I really did not expect the screaming and the trip through the air like that (buzz buzz). So dark, too…But let me talk a little about myself and you might have a bit of sympathy about my plight.Buzz…Many years back (buzz), according to my manufacture date, I was put together in a factory in (buzz) a country that many of you read about online, and yet know so little about. It may seem strange that I can remember my (buzz) date of birth – such a st...

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“Globe” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #281

Please, please come in. You can put your coat on the stand by the door.Would you like some coffee or tea? I have a kettle that is electric and they tell me that things are better when life goes faster. I'm not sure.Okay, I was expecting you earlier, but that does not matter. I seem to have more than a day to finish everything before they pack up my life and forget about me.No, I don’t mean you. I called you for a reason.They are not taking everything, you know. I decided a long time ago to make sure that certain things would not just disappe...

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“My Dinner with Android” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #280

-Hello!-Hello… um, do we really need those hyphens? They seem pretty redundant…Okay, okay. I just thought that it would make things easier to trace if we wanted to keep a record of what we talked about.Forward thinking… Okay, let’s try something else.Like what?· How about this?· Okay, not bad. It is much clearer that way, and we can easily just go back by following the dots.· We can connect them, as you...

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“What I Did Before My Summer Vacation” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #280

Was it all my fault? I saw her arm rise, bent and coming up fast, with the fingers tight in what looked like a claw more than a fist and her face was beyond tense. Like she knew what she had to do. I was happy about that because I thought that I deserved whatever she had to dish out, since I had been a dumbass for most of the year. She was only responding with anger to my mistakes, doing what I may have done (shoe and the other foot). At least we dated. &nbsp...

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“Spot” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #278

I saw it all…A disturbing event took place at the Smith house. It was the season where the clouds and sky grew dark very early, but families that could find warmth and comfort in each other’s company were celebrating with food, drinks, television, certain video-gaming systems, and sports. Oh, the sports were always a part of the Smith family. Basketball fans turned into baseball fans; baseball fans turned into football fans; hockey was accepted as the greatest of all physical distractions, especially when they felt the cold and could underst...

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“On the Run” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #276

This is the confession of an addict. I will admit that I have spent a lot of time not writing about my love of jogging, or running (both words mean different things to me; I will explain them later). Running was one of the things in my life that I came to completely on my own. It was never something that I was encouraged to do. I never did track and field in school (never even made it onto a team of any kind). I saw no one in my family who enjoyed going for a run. And it was not something that I ever suspected would change my life. But it ha...

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“Routine” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #275

“Better late than never...” He was smiling. This was a joy that he could not explain. He woke extra early that morning, putting away a warm glass of lemon and mint water with the granola bar that he knew gave him an edge as he jogged on the paths nearby. Today was the start of what was going to be a very long week, so sidewalks and dirt trails would not be enough. He would have to use the track near the school. This meant leaving a little extra early to do at least four laps and then head home. A slow jog and a few indifferent traffic lights...

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“The Request” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #273

“Hear me, oh master, as we submit to your will for our meager and groveling desires! We beg and ask you to feel our souls as they bend and call to you, oh master, for your mercy and favor upon us now!“We beg you to hear the thoughts of us all: Kevin, Robert, Dave with the Beard, Dave without the Beard, Steve and Stephen, Roger, and…yes, my little brother, Brian.“We have brought ourselves to this place on this very cold and difficult day to ask you for your assistance oh master…and please respond pretty quickly because my brother is driving m...

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“Dreaming” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #272

The boy woke up with a shudder, sweaty and scared. For the last few months, at least once a week, he had been having the exact same dream: a cabin; a light; no one else around. Why was this happening to him again?He turned on a small lamp beside his bed.“Mom!”He shouted at the open door and waited. She was a patient woman and knew that something like this was bound to repeat itself. She woke up from her light sleep, put on her slippers and trudged down the hallway. Her perfume entered the room before she seemed to float inside.“Another one?”...

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“The Trip” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #271

All stories really are about leaving town or arriving in one. She was trying to remember who said that, and it bothered her that it was a mystery; also, the train’s slight lurch pushed her back into her seat, and that had irritated her neck. In first class, she thought that she would truly be able to set her thoughts down, whether in a notebook she had just bought and really did not need, or in the space on the screen of her cell phone. She stared at both of them and tried to remember.Memories were not helping her. It had been over three yea...

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“Serves Who?” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #270

Note: the following recipe allows for variations and additions, but the list of ingredients and instructions has been collated by experts with many years of experience in this field.*Ingredients:SaltPepperSpinachEggsMilkGarlic Sun-Dried TomatoesBreadMustard (Dijon, perhaps)Extra-Virgin Olive OilCoffeeAlcohol (choice left up to you)*Instructions:1. Realize that you have woken up on the first day after it ended – truly ended – with no food in the house. She was the one who always cooked on weekends because you spen...

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“Lead a Normal Life ” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #263

It’s nice here with a view of trees.Eating with a spoon?They don’t give you knives?‘Spect you watch those trees.Blowing in the breeze,We want to see you lead a normal life.-“Lead A Normal Life” (Peter Gabriel)And with that, I lowered my arms and waited for the cheers to stop as I rested.When you are a superhero, you know that there are going to be moments when you have to make decisions that will affect a lot of people. You will have to do things that no one else will have to choose. That was my fate.I had to choose.And now, it was all over....

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“The Beach” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #262

The family made good time on the highway and arrived at the beach before a crowd could form. On a long weekend, the father and mother wondered if it was smart to take their boy and girl out to their old hangout; the place where they first met, fell in love, and continued to think about as a couple with responsibilities and little free time.“You kids are gonna love this.”“Yeah, dad. You said that already.” His daughter never looked up from her phone as she spoke.“We met here when we were about your age.”“Yeah, mom. We know.” Her son looked ou...

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“Thanks?” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #261

Dear Dad,It has been almost forty years since you stepped out of my life in the most cliché-ridden manner possible. Not just a bad heart that attacked you; not just on the day that you were to be released from hospital; not just when all the signs were good for you and your health. It was the day itself that stays with me.Seriously? December 23rd? I guess that you really wanted to avoid the holidays that year, right?Sorry, bad joke. They seem to be the only kinds I have when I think about you. We had even purchased a gift for you (Christmas ...

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“Kind Mr. Richards” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #260

Michael decided it was the right time to visit Mr. Richards.“Mr. Richards?”He knocked on the screen door and waited. This was not a bad sign. Michael had known Mr. Richards since he was a young boy and they first moved next door to the very old home that reminded him of something from a monster movie. As they were unpacking, he noticed the man sitting on his front porch, happily rocking away in his chair with a drink in his hand and sunglasses on to block out the light of that very bright afternoon. He had waved at the family and they all sm...

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Author bio

I write and try to keep my hand in the game; I teach and try to entertain as I instruct; I have two guitars (one electric, the other peaceful), no pets, a lot of books and hopes and dreams that I have learned to respect. I promise to keep improving my tall tales and beautiful lies... Review submitted to Globe and Mail: https://www.theglobeandmail.com/arts/e-vox-populi-our-readers-write/article1350857/ Private blog that should really be updated: http://undersolo.blogspot.com/ Look under 'D': http://www.thesquawkback.com/p/fngrlsdtb.html#d Another review: https://www.japantimes.co.jp/culture/2001/09/26/music/macy-gray-the-id/ And another review! https://www.moredarkthanshark.org/eno_int_suite-apr07.html Vocal+: https://vocal.media/authors/kendall-defoe Quora: https://www.quora.com/profile/Kendall-Defoe-1 'Talent is long patience.' - Guy de Maupassant “Write a short story every week. It's not possible to write 52 bad short stories in a row.” ― Ray Bradbury