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Kendall Defoe

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Another Pleasant Weekend

The car was packed early, but they were still not ready. The mother still had her food to wrap up and put into separate plastic tubs and bowls. With the cooler, they could take enough for more than just their small group. The father was checking the oil in the car port, taking time to change it and look over the distributor cap, windshield washer level, and other plugs and connections inside the hive of the hood. The boy was waiting for the phone he would carry with him to charge (he knew that it would be a very long trip). And the dog was a...

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The Spot

Submitted to Contest #258

No one blinked. As they gathered by the image processor, taking time to adjust all of their eye sockets and each dial and module on the machine, they simply stared and stared at what they were looking at. No one thought to make a mental note of this; no one thought that their psychic connection could handle this. But there it was and they had to process it.Wild synaptic cheers came through the neuron feed. There was a great deal of speculation as to what would come next now that they had made this great discovery. Would there be some sort of...

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Energy

“Anger is an energy…Anger is an energy…”Where had he heard that before? He kept tapping the steering wheel and listened to the static coming out of the radio. That was a song from something he knew a long time ago… Maybe in college? Maybe when he was…a teenager?The traffic was beginning to move again.“Anger is an…”He really hoped it was. He really did. A part of him wondered if this was some sort of joke on his behalf, one with a terrible punchline. This was his third interview with the company, and he had done well with the initial meetings...

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Man Discovers He Has A Second Chance!

(Reuters – Montreal)June **, 20**The Man in QuestionA man discovered recently that life is not to be abandoned just because he has reached a certain age, does not have a large amount of money in the bank, and has limited his social circle to only key people, source say.The man in question – name withheld pending publication ban – was on the edge of giving up on his life and returning to his community with his proverbial tail between his legs. After many years of work, it was seen that the man was not making any real progress with his career,...

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Golden Years

Submitted to Contest #247

Nobody can hear you screw up, or so they say… Major Culpham had that thought in his head as he prepared for the day. He looked through the viewfinder and studied the material captured. All the scanning of the previous day was uneventful and he felt that he should just get this out of the way early to complete his other duties. And yet…he felt an urge to go back once more and review what he saw…and heard. Noises from afar… At any other moment, he might have laughed about it and moved on with his work. Any child knew the basics of space travel...

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One Last Drink

At least I am with my friends…That is what I am going to tell myself tonight, as I look over the menu and think about what I want to do and what is coming up later. I can see so many things clearly, and yet I am still wondering which one of them is going to destroy my life. But maybe that it just it: my life is supposed to be destroyed. All for the greater good, as I am told. And I want to believe that, but still…I need to say something.“Is everyone here?”We were all at the same table, but don’t believe for a moment it was anything like that...

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Monday Morning

Submitted to Contest #212

“Next!”She did not mean to shout, but she knew what the morning would be like. The people waiting in line would be buying stamps, picking up packages, check post office boxes, etc…and then buying whatever groceries they could find in the drugstore before heading to the café or the metro. The day they decided to put her job in the middle of the brightness of a drugstore was the day she should have quit. But she was still here, after the move, wearing the uniform that indicated some level of responsibility and experience.Yes, that was the word...

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Notes for the Kingpin

Ms. Harold was dangling very precariously on a ladder as she searched for the box. It was another Friday and she was going to get this over with before the library closed. The usual patrons were in her section, including the usual teenage boys from the local Catholic school, St. Malachy. She would recognize their uniforms a mile away, especially after several years walking past their ogling and occasional whistling. At least they had to be quiet in the building, although they kept staring (dream on, boys). Apart from them, the usual loners, ...

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''Flying Saucers?''

Submitted to Contest #210

At first, no one believed it. No one who paid attention to the signals caught by scientists believed it. No one who heard rumours about those signals believed it. And when the press finally took the men and women in lab coats seriously, they still did not believe it. But it was true. Earth had received a signal and it was a message they could all understand: the planet had made first contact with life in outer space.               The celebrations began almo...

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Let's Play a Game...

Submitted to Contest #209

“Okay, we still have a ways to go… Wanna play a game? “Okay, let’s play, ‘I spy with my little eye…something that begins with the letter…’ Anyone? “Let’s start with L. Right, let’s see… Laptop – put that away, Billy; you got a phone. Laura, my amazing daughter…now scowling. Lilac air freshener. The love of my life… “So, what about another letter? “Anyone? “Okay, a different game. Maybe we should do a new one called ‘Review’. Ever heard of it? “Of course I just made it up. So let me explain the rules: each one of us is going to talk about wha...

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Last Ride

Submitted to Contest #207

Welcome aboard… Guess you are my last fare for the night. We have about thirty to forty-five minutes before we get to the terminus and usually no one ever takes this last ride. Take a seat. There are about thirty for you.Right at the front… Yeah, I’m a little bored, too. Working nights has made me think that I must have something wrong with me. Better to be up and doing this type of work when the sun is coming around and you can feel the rest of you waking up. Only doing this…for my own reasons.Night shift for you, too? Great, then you under...

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Kiddo

He always called me that. Kiddo. Hey kiddo; how are things, kiddo? Got your work done, kiddo? I never minded. He was my uncle, anyway. My favourite uncle who I saw once a year since he started school (could barely remember him living in our hometown; always heading out for university and then overseas for work). When the Christmas and New Year’s break came, he would be back with us for two weeks, staying with his mom, my favourite grandma. We would see him for dinners when they came over or we stayed there for the countdown at the end of the...

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Shoplifting

It was a Friday. That was why he had to do it. After work, when the traffic was not too bad and he could transfer between the bus and the metro (no construction that summer; rather odd), he would step into the mall, walk through a food court, the fashion district and toy departments to the escalators, head down to the second-hand department where you could pass by recycled items, small variety shops and tourist traps, and enter Dollarville. This was his routine. This is what he needed today. The AC was on full blast, and he felt comforted by...

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The Café

Submitted to Contest #204

“Gonna be a hot one, t’day.”“Yep.”“Hmm…”The fly-speckled screen door was flapping lightly in the summer breeze as the last one walked in. That was Sal, an old-timer who still drove his Chevy up to the gas station-café every morning to get his regular cup of coffee and scrambled eggs. Chester and Mitch were waiting for him, already digging into their second cups of coffee and muffins they liked for their breakfast. It was warm, moving quickly to humidity as the sun crawled patiently over the horizon. There was not much else for that sun to mo...

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A List of Demands

Submitted to Contest #203

The young man on the phone was laughing after the first slap, but I kept my cool. “We are listening.” “Then you know that I am not screwing around and that I want to speak to someone higher up right now!” There was a particular etiquette in these situations and I was following it to the letter. My boss, the main officer on the case, put me in charge for a reason: he did not really care about this one. A man – really, a kid - had a supermarket locked down with a gun and the promise to use it. It was not in a very important part of town – immi...

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