I'm compiling my Life of Kendra series into a book and this is the cover! I created it with canva.com. What do you think?
That's all folks. Thanks for reading and sticking it out with me. I really enjoyed writing Life of Kendra and learned a lot along the way. It's turned out to be my longest and most complete work to date. If you haven't read it yet - go to the archive I'm considering compiling and cleaning… Continue reading The End (Thanks for reading Life of Kendra)
I miss Steve so freaking much. Sometimes I send a text to his phone, and pretend the reason doesn't respond is because he's mad at me, not because he's dead. He could be mad at me forever—it’d be better than what happened. I can't stop thinking of all the things I could have done differently,… Continue reading Life After Steve, Life After the Library
Sonja wouldn't wake up, and my hand looked like a Banyan tree, so we rushed to the hospital. Dr. Gabor treated his own gunshot wound. Gunshots get questions. I guess he really is a real doctor. I went into surgery, twelve broken bones in my hand and fingers. Sonja’s condition deteriorated quickly, and she entered… Continue reading That Night’s Fallout
“Take off the necklace, Kendra. Take it off, please. Please, it's hurting me,” said Sonja. I don't know why I did it. I wish I could say that Sonja put me in a trance, hypnotized me. But she didn’t. It was me. I knew it was a terrible idea, but I did it anyways. Maybe… Continue reading Saving Sonja Part 2
The cops were useless, of course. Maybe I was a little too frantic when I called or maybe I said a little too much, but they said I was crazy and hung up. So I called Steve. I told him everything that had happened, about how Eli and Dr. Gabor think Sonja is possessed by… Continue reading Saving Sonja – Part 1
The Life of Kendra series will continue on Tuesday and there will be posts every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon PST until it's conclusion. I pinky promise the rest of the series will be on time.
And trust me, you won't believe how I broke it. But it's minor compared to what else happened this weekend, and I've always wanted to be left-handed anyways. I'm working on write the next entry in Life of Kendra, but it's going to take some extra time. Maybe a lot of time, I've got a lot to… Continue reading My Hand is Broken