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 (520/0)
That Year’s Model
Leslie Writes…and I listen. I had better explain and tell you why I am writing this piece (always seem to be explaining myself). In Ms. Writes’ work about a previous career, I made a comment about one of my more embarrassing employment moments and received the following response:
By Kendall Defoe 7 months ago in Confessions
Boombox
It was all Michael’s fault. After three weeks of dating, he really wanted to do something special for Sara. There were flowers (white roses; a favourite she mentioned in passing), candy (little Coke bottles; he liked them, too), and a dinner (home cooked when his parents were out and he finally learned how to make his own bread). It was all perfect; Sara told him so. And then, his first big mistake that felt like the perfect ending.
By Kendall Defoe 7 months ago in Fiction
9/11 There...
Everyone has their own memories of the day, even those who may barely remember it or only heard about it in passing as a child who was not forced to recall such terror. And I have avoided writing about it because I felt that all that could be said had been said. But I am compelled to look back at it now.
By Kendall Defoe 8 months ago in Journal
Kendall Defoe, Please Stand Up
This is my response to Kayleigh Fraser's Get to Know Me #Challenge: I really do not want to do this. I hesitated for a very long time before writing this. I have read many of your other entries and noted the highs and lows in all of your lives. I thought that would make it easier for me to come up with a list of ten things about myself that you may want to know (or at least ten things that won’t make the average Vocalist feel bad about their own lives).
By Kendall Defoe 8 months ago in Confessions
Bus Ride
Here is my contribution to Mother Combs' Campfire Stories Challenge: The bus was full during rush hour, but she was very lucky. There was one seat available in the very back, and she was able to walk slowly past all of the passengers, strollers, and baggage to see that it was next to a very handsome man. Nice suit, good cologne, and a winning smile. All of the people she saw at work were the usual dull office drones. She gave up on them a long time ago. And she wondered…
By Kendall Defoe 8 months ago in Fiction
What I Did Before My Summer Vacation...
It was all my fault. I saw her arm rise, bent and coming up fast, with the fingers tight in what looked like a claw more than a fist and her face was tense. It was like she knew what she had to do. I was happy about that because I thought that I deserved whatever she had to dish out. I had been a dumb-ass for most of the year. She was only responding with anger to my mistakes, doing what I may have done (shoe and the other foot). We had been together for a while... and at least we dated.
By Kendall Defoe 8 months ago in Fiction