Kendall Defoe
Bio
Teacher, reader, writer, dreamer... I am a college instructor who cannot stop letting his thoughts end up on the page.
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Stories (528/0)
Addiction - Chapter VI
Soon… Well, I promised you a story about the money, but I guess you want to know about that card now. My fault for jumping around like this, but I like these kinds of stories. You have to really pay attention to what’s going on; you gotta read the clues.
By Kendall Defoe about 5 hours ago in Chapters
Political Sux
Choose and mark the box. You are part of the process! Crap in BS sauce... * 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 4 days ago in Poets
Contest
''60 seconds on the clock... Good luck.'' Well, he had to say it, didn't he? ''Good luck...'' If there was one thing that Gordon Roach did not want to hear with all the lights on him and that sing-song music playing all around them, it was that phrase. Why couldn't there be something else you said to someone in a moment like this; maybe ''Break a leg'' was a little too old?
By Kendall Defoe 5 days ago in Fiction
- Top Story - May 2024
Addiction - Chapter V
“…Real soon… Real soon.” “Sir?” I was back in the land of the living, so to speak. Well, sort of living. Another meeting with my board of directors and some talk about my health and my plans for the future. All led by that greasy Curtis. I wonder why I keep him around sometimes. I know more about him than I do about almost anyone else in the office, but he still makes me wonder…
By Kendall Defoe 9 days ago in Chapters
The Guests
“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.
By Kendall Defoe 11 days ago in Horror
Blackout
At least it was not too late in the day… Mr. Tabby was staring out of the dirty screen door on the balcony to see if the other houses were also in the dark. It was already grey and cold and he could see the park across the street was full of kids and their parents trying to enjoy what little they could of the rest of the Sunday. He wanted the day to be over, anyway, and sitting in the dark was actually quite easy with his comforter, beer and crackers. It would be over soon…
By Kendall Defoe 16 days ago in Fiction