
Kendra Marya
Bio
Campervan living Canadian with a penchant for psychological thrills and cats.
B.A. Communication & Philosophy
Stories (29)
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The Mislead Track
June 23rd, 1981, 12:07 The walls are an off-tinge white from cigarette smoke stains. A T.V. plays the Price is Right through its static screen. A brown tweed curtain separates two beds from each other in a single room. There's a plump man with grey stubble on his neck and a ripe body odour resting incoherently in a bed. His eyes, barely open, peer forward and he is sedated like a bear who wandered too close to town.
By Kendra Marya3 years ago in Fiction
A Cat Named Tarot
Last year you were with me through every kilometer, every mountain, every small town. The van was our home. Now I return to spots where you used to roam, with your tail high in the air, your leash dragging behind you as I let you explore the trees, moss and ferns.
By Kendra Marya3 years ago in Petlife


