Kendall Defoe

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (169)

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“Items” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #52

Must be a Monday. Monday something-something. I can't seem to remember the date anymore. Or even why I first came in here. Everything before I walked in seems to be fading out, like my brain is wading through some sort of white-noise swamp. Odd to be in a shopping cart as I save this... Phone works, but no numbers are on it. Not even the date. No internet, either, but I'm beginning to forget how that works, too. No pictures to remind me of anyone. And since I am forgetting things, I better record all this for whoever finds my cel...

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“Weather Report” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #52

So, here we are again... You are probably a little shocked right now. And you are probably wondering why anyone in my situation would be smiling right now. I cannot help myself. It is good to see you again. You are the one that I really did want to see. I know that sounds strange - pretty odd hearing myself say it now - but it is true. And it is a nice day for it, too. They said it would be sunny and maybe partly cloudy, but I do not see a cloud in the sky worth bothering myself over right now. Do you? As you can probably imagine,...

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“Red Carpet” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #51

Tick – Tock. Tick – Tock. He was looking at all of the stars at the event but only waiting for the big one. He did not want to pay attention to this watch, but he could not stop himself from constantly staring at it and feeling its vibration and noise in his head. It was louder than he had imagined it could be in such a crowd, especially with the shouting, cheering, camera flashes, instructions barked by those photographers at celebrities who knew the deal and some of the distant traffic noises. He had to wait for it. I...

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“The Playground” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #50

Okay, this is how I remember everything. It was a beautiful day. I remember it, even though I was just turning twelve. We always went out in the summer to find a park and have a picnic, and that time was no different than any other. Well, I didn't think so. Why would I? Like I said, I was just a little kid at the time (almost thirteen), and it was a great day. Well, why great? We were going out to have a barbecue with the Stephens (I mean, Stevens). We had known them our whole lives and they now lived close enough - almost next-...

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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