Kendall Defoe

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (169)

169 Stories

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“The Absolutely True Story of Gork and Slarb” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #134

Many time cycles in a different notion of our galaxy, Gitfangula was born. Wait, that really is not fair. How could I possibly begin the story of those two that way? In the celestial voids of Marnus and Minuous, there was a plan (oh, yes, that’s much better). In the minds of the elders of those sacred spaces, there was an urgent need to create a place where their thoughts could meander and grow without causing too much of a headache. At first, this idea, like all great ideas, was considered controversial and silly, so no more was said about ...

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“Sour and Sweet” by Kendall Defoe

“Darling, I love you.” “Please, not while I’m eating.” His wife knew that this would be a very special day in the shop, but her Marvin needed a bit of a poke in order to care about it. Her husband, staring down at his scrambled eggs and bacon, knew that his Michelle wanted him to care more about the day than he ever could. The way things were going, they would both care too much. It was a few days before Valentine’s Day and they were the only local candy store that took special orders and made things right to order. Michelle would offer free...

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“Blood Ties” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #132

“Are you there, God? It’s me…” She dropped the book and stared at her hand. It was the paper. The shiny, glossy paper of the supplement in Sunday’s newspaper. She had wanted another ad for her collection. I don’t know where they get some of their ideas from. Just too crazy. The cut on her pinkie finger had left a thin white line on the skin that began to hint at blood. It did not register in her mind until a smear of redness trailed down her pink bedspread. What? How did…? Is that mine? ...

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“Seven Words” by Kendall Defoe

We didn’t really know each other, but I think that helped a lot. Jimmy was a skinny kid that I first met in the third grade. My mom had just transferred me from another school after learning that they did not have prayers before classes. I was stuck in a very Catholic school that made of point of having prayers every week for every reason. Not just masses, but also sporting events, get-togethers with our sister school (whatever that means), and for almost any reason that they felt was valid. So, it was not the best life for a kid. And maybe ...

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“Trapped in Heaven” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #130

“I don’t think that I’m supposed to be here, sir.” Peter looked up from his ledger and stared at the young boy in front of him. “I’m sorry. What did you say?” “I am sorry, but I think that I don’t belong here.” It had been a very easy day so far. Most of the ones who appeared before him belonged here. A flustered housewife who did try to reach her neighbour at work and was in a very bad accident was very sweet about it. The two twins who were on their first ski trip and ended up using the one broken seat on the lift were completely unp...

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“The Guests” by Kendall Defoe

“Hey, should we tell some scary stories tonight?”I was looking out the window, not really paying attention to my brother or the rest of the family as the moon appeared. The snow was incredibly deep around our cabin, and there was not much else we could do. Quite a beautiful sight, really.“Stories?”“Yes, why not? We should try to maybe share some good stories and let this weather pass.”“It isn’t going away.” My wife, wiser than all of us, knew that this was the truth. At this time of the year, the snow would be deep and heavy and no one would...

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“Observe” by Kendall Defoe

1. A woman walked by with two bags around her neck. One looked like a regular handbag or purse and the other seems looser, freer. It had the name of your university on it. Thin stitching of thread on what you think of as grey canvas or linen. It only took you a moment to see that she looked tired and unhappy. She walked past you very quickly and then disappeared. Watching her from your seat in the tearoom, you wonder where she went. Maybe she walked into another store or decided...

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“The Dance” by Kendall Defoe

What you see here is the start of a big mistake. If you knew anything about me, you’d have told me to stop before I go so far that I’d be here, writing it all down. Now I have to put it all down. If I don’t, I know that I’m going to misunderstand things when they come back to me. Yeah, I won’t forget (my memory is too photographic). So… Lisa… Lisa Danistano: a girl who soon became a lady before I noticed quickly enough. Not that I would have halted the process in any manner, anyway. There were only a fe...

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“The 100 Club” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #126

*Note: The following document was found taped to a lamppost in the middle of Times Square during the New Year’s Day festivities. The envelope had the words ‘Read Me’ and led to a tourist reading through the entire document and then handing it over to the local authorities. The material here is being released in case anyone can provide some information to prevent whomever wrote it from completing their plan. Although it seems harmless, this could cause many problems with the current quarantine rules and restrictions. - from the NYPD * Dear Ci...

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“The Meal” by Kendall Defoe

No one liked him and he did not like any of them, either. Reginald had to listen to them because they were family and they were meeting at the same restaurant that they always ate at, with the same people, at the same set of tables where they always sat at exactly 6:30 on a Friday night. But this was an interesting coincidence. They were not supposed to be there and they could not stand Reginald (Reggie to his mother and at least one aunt who cared), but to show a good face on such an occasion was very important. It was, of course, his birth...

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“Latitude” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #124

She unfolded the map as her husband drove down the highway. “Y’know, it is a good thing that we left so early. I told you that there would be no traffic on a holiday weekend if we left on Friday and made it out of town before the sun was up.” She kept looking at the map. “Do you think that the others know what we are up to? I think that I should have called ahead before we decided to do this, but since we always head out there for the holidays, I didn’t see any point to telling anyone. “I mean, it was a different holiday last time. Not in th...

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“Assemble” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #123

“Well, that was dramatic,” he thought. Here he was, in the middle of a winter wonderland with very little understanding of the language of this country in a car that just failed him as the day turned to night. Michael had been in the country for just under a week and had met all of his contacts except one, and he had been on his way to speak to the last one that very afternoon. He had noted how quickly the darkness settled after 4 pm, but he thought that he would have made it. Michael also thought that the car borrowed from the rental agency...

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“Why Your Dog Knows Everything” by Kendall Defoe

I still do not understand the humans.“Rex” to you, “Steven” to me, and my friends. You remember the last time I spoke to you about the light and the humans who did not know what to do with their darkness?Ah, I see. You do remember. I said that there might be some hope for you.Some hope…Now, there is another problem that I have to face. Here, on these paths created by them for their travels and long-distance labours (they use the word “commuting”, a baffling term), we are now trapped in a metal machine that usually moves us too quic...

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“Meter” by Kendall Defoe

Submitted to Contest #121

“You have got to be kidding!” If it had been a different morning, things might have gone a different way, but here she was, once again, taking a pile of abuse from another driver who did not put enough change into the parking meter before heading in to buy something in what looked like a very upscale store. She noted that the woman staring daggers at her had two very large bags in her hands and was driving an SUV. And was this a zone for only handicapped parking? No, that was not under her jurisdiction. She only covered what the city demande...

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“The Red One” by Kendall Defoe

Back in my day, we did not bother about certain things. That’s just the way it was. And no one complained about things being “unfair” or “mean-spirited”. Why would you bother? No one was going to say a damn thing to support you. Just better to not say a thing.Okay, I know that you don’t want to hear all of this, here I am, an old guy with his nephew who wants to do anything except spend the day with me. I’ll let you out of here soon, but for now, you are going to hear and learn a lot about what my life was actually like, not that crap your m...

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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