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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A Girl on Her Bike
She got on her bike, but she did not go to school. No, there were castles to visit and princes to court. A dragon promised her treasure, and the rocket she was building was almost ready for her first trip into space. The wizards knew she had the right spells; the elves knew she would remember their songs. All she had to do was stay on that bike, and then...
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
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Thank you for your purchase satisfaction is guaranteed if you do follow the guidelines provided by the company please return unused portion if not completely satisfied with product if there are any changes in mood skin tone skin colour height temperature hair colour hair density tingling in the extremities accidental semen loss intentional semen loss no semen production loss of appetite do not try with medication please use before expiration date take once a day take with food take with water take care...
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
McGill and the Great ReThink
What's in a name? For an English major, this can lead to many other questions. I was on the McGill campus looking at some of the book purchases I made at The Word on Rue Milton (this used bookstore was one of the main drops for me and others when we were students). Feeling nostalgic, I walked up to the campus, passed through the Arts Building centred in the campus, and then sat outside in the rare sunlight.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in The Swamp
A Very Short Story...
He wanted to read a book. Not a big deal, but he had not enjoyed a good book since university when he had taken an elective to go with his business administration courses. That was a time when he enjoyed talking about and reading Russian literature; when they had talked about and discussed Chekhov and Tolstoy. That was on the list, right? Some Dostoevsky, too… He had liked it. So, there was the bookstore… And he kept walking.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
