Kendall Defoe
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Teacher, reader, writer, dreamer... I am a college instructor who cannot stop letting his thoughts end up on the page. No AI. No Fake Work. It's all me...
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Addiction - Chapter III
The stuff… Story will continue, but I want to get back to what happened... It was always fantastic after a difficult day to return to my habit. I could clear my thoughts, prepare myself for certain challenges, and be confident enough to ignore my past.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Chapters
Territory
We had delayed this meeting for long enough. Once a year, there was a get-together of all the concerned parties to discuss what was to be done with this bare patch of astral space. Recently, there were intrusions from mankind, but we were still in charge. We would decide what to do with our special place.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Lagom
From Real Poetic's challenge: Let me tell you a story. I know that Mr. Gordon would be really upset if he knew I was doing this, but what else can you do in the winter. It's a cold one, and I have somehow made off with a little paper and a pen I made on my own. Amazed what people will trade for just the chance to say something that will keep; something that will go one when I'm long gone.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Happy Inside
It was a long and cold walk home. February in ’64 was not kind to Listerville, and John Korde just wanted to get back to a warm place and not have to think about his grades. Ms. Laker said that he was doing better with math (You just need to focus, young man), but his marks were still in the toilet and his dad was not shy about telling him so (What is wrong with you, young man?). He pulled his knapsack closer to him as the wind picked up and the snow refused to stop.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Political One
Canadian here: Be Democrat in the streets, Republican? Hmm... Flying high...! * Thank you for reading! If you liked this, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Garbageman
Note: another experiment that I am still tinkering with. Thoughts? * The summer heat was not a heavy blanket over the town yet when the garbage truck came down the street. In the neighbourhood where Mr. Davis had his home, the truck began its Tuesdays and Thursdays with multiple stops and blasts of an air horn that woke him up long before the vehicle appeared at the front of his driveway with a kid hanging off the back in an orange-yellow day-glow vest. Usually, Davis would begin his working day at seven with a cup of coffee, an open laptop, and all the time in the world (his wife had her own half of the house and the kids knew how to take care of themselves by the time they got to high school). He had a lot of money to move around and did not want to have his head shaken open after his tight eight hours and espresso. But every Tuesday and Thursday, always at six…
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Postcarded
Here is a link to the prompt, in case you want to jump into the pool: Wish you could be here it is really an amazing place to finally let your mind go blank and not worry about all the problems of the world when you realize that there's nothing you can do anyway and why don't more people do this you'd think that they would just go for it and we would have to fight all the crowds and they just have all this place ready for the bodies and the screaming and the garbage and why don't people just stay away from this place and leave it alone and I love it here and don't want to go go go go go...
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
