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Author: The Reluctant Author

The Reluctant Author, a user of words, has spent a lifetime writing words and storing them in notebooks, computer discs, digital files, and has now decided to step out into the light and start sharing some of those words with the world. (The Reluctant Author is Kendra Cooke's pseudonym)
Blog Wars

Blog Wars

It all started simple enough, if you excuse the fact that I was in a grocery store on New Year’s Eve. It wouldn’t have happened if we could mandate that holidays like New Year’s Eve could always fall on a weekend, but no, they creep up on us on Mondays or Tuesdays even Wednesdays from time to time and catch you completely unawares. That was me. I was caught unawares. It’s embarrassing to admit, really it is. I generally feel…

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Monster Under The Bed

Monster Under The Bed

There’s a monster who lives under my bed. It rattles, and gnaws. It crashes and bumps. Mum says nothings there, but still I plead Until Dad comes to peek, and seems to agree, For all he can see are the fuzzy dust bunnies. But, I know it’s real, with thick orange fur.  And purple horns upon its head, I saw when it ran past me in a blur! Its feet are so big, they bounce my bed.  I squeeze my…

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Lucky

Lucky

Lucky is one of those dogs that we “rescued” from the side of the road. People throw animals out of their windows like empty soda cans. Sometimes they make them get out and stay while the owner drives off. And sometimes, they up and move leaving their pet behind. My family does volunteer work for the Humane Society. Saving the animals is fine with me. Feeding and watering them isn’t a problem, and I don’t even mind cleaning up after…

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The Storyteller

The Storyteller

I am a storyteller. I do not know when the gift was given to me, or when I even became aware that I had this gift. Does one sit around wondering when they learned to breathe? Stories seek me out, encapsulate me, and hold me hostage until I tell their whole existence, every minute detail. They haunt me, filling my dreams with their escapades as they romp through their lives demanding I notice and hear them, begging me not to…

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