Kendra Calhoun

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2024

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“What Happened in the Kitchen” by Kendra Calhoun

Submitted to Contest #270

The kitchen was almost entirely covered in white, white cabinets, white walls, and white countertops. The floor was made of white ceramic tiles, even the appliances were white. The only color in the entire room came from the wooden butchers block in the middle. Angie smiled at the warm brown color of the wooden block; she was glad to see something inviting within the confines of the white kitchen. However, she wouldn’t be smiling if she knew what it’s purpose would end up serving.Angie’s nerves were on fire, although she had an idea, she did...

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“She Didn't See It Coming” by Kendra Calhoun

Submitted to Contest #267

The events that are about to occur today have been years in the making. Today is the last day that you will torture me. You have tortured me with the vilest of weapons that exist. Not a whip, nor a knife, what you used was far worse. Maybe it would have been better if you had kicked or punched me. Thrown me in a basement and starved me, if you had taken a knife and cut me, the pain would have been bad, however the wound would have healed. But you did none of these things, instead of inflicting bodily harm you used a far worse weapon against ...

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“Heaven or Hell” by Kendra Calhoun

Submitted to Contest #265

What should I bring with me? This was not the first time I asked myself or a fellow companion this same question. I answered this question countless times when I was alive. Was the weather warm, would I need clothes for the gym and what about my bathing suit? Should I bring it in case there was a pool at the hotel? I spent hours picking out the right outfits to make sure I had everything that I needed, if not more then I needed. Better to have that extra shirt in case we decided to have a casual dinner instead of only having formal dinner at...

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“The Day That Got Away From Her” by Kendra Calhoun

Submitted to Contest #262

Sweat droplets drip down the small of my back like a leaking faucet. Drip, drop, drip, drop. The sweat isn’t confined to my back, it covers every inch of my body. The heat is stifling. I sigh and check my watch, the band sticking to my wrist. 3:45pm, the air conditioning technician is late. What was taking him so long? The customer service representative told me that even with the heat index as high as it is they were relatively slow this summer, apparently, I was one of the few with a faulting unit. She said she could get a technician out w...

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“The Gift My Cat Gave: A Heartfelt Journey.” by Kendra Calhoun

Submitted to Contest #261

Like most of us, seventeen years ago my life was completely different. I was living in Killeen, TX waiting to get married. It was the first time living away from my family. Killeen is a small army town about an hour north of Austin. Outside of the army base Killeen is made up of bars, tattoo parlors and strip clubs. Growing up in the suburbs of Ohio, I was out of my element. I was in the middle of nowhere with no friends and a fiancé I barely knew. Whenever I found myself homesick, got upset or was angry I couldn’t take off in my car, drive ...

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“The Best Sunday Brunch.” by Kendra Calhoun

Submitted to Contest #260

Red and blue flashing lights are first to assault my eyes. I only open them halfway because my head is too fuzzy to open them any farther. Pressure surrounds my skull and I somehow know that if I open my eyes anymore, I will feel pain everywhere, so I squint allowing the red and blue lights to twirl around me. The sirens are what overload my senses next. All kinds of whistles, horns and noises invade my ears. The sounds get louder and louder as I try to make out what is happening around me. In between the sirens I hear screams and cries, bu...

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Author bio

Sober fitness enthusiast that's trying to eat healthy, run, and keep it all together. Looking for agents for finished Memoir: https://www.sobrietysister.com/post/behind-these-eyes-my-journey-through-alcoholism-fear-and-uncertainty