David E. Perry
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Writing gives me the power to create my own worlds. I'm in control of the universe of my design. My word is law. Would you like to know the first I ever wrote? Read Sandy:
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Everything That Glitters
It was July 4th, 1951. American was in the middle of the California Gold Rush. Gerald Harden was getting ready to load his latest shipment on the train bound for New York. Worried about reports of train heist, he decided to ship by night. However, a secret like this could not remain secret for long.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
Unmatched
Charles was not the kind of person you wanted your daughter to bring home. True, his bank account was 7 digits. He stood 6’7 with glowing dark skin. His smile with snow white teeth made him very attractive. But his heart was a block of ice. Black. Toxic. The type that would take food from a starving beggar.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
As Easy As, Well, You Know
James Connor’s life flashed before his eyes. He recalled the time that he lifted a golden egg on display at the METS Museum in New York. The gala was still going on, people were watching. Nobody paid any attention. A slide of hands, he slipped in the fake and took the real one within one second.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
Polly Wants a Carat
Marry Nikolaev normally would never leave her jewelry laying around, but she was alone this day. 2 diamond rings ranging from 10 to 15 carats. She only set it down for a moment. She was only gone for 3 minutes. When she came back, the rings were missing.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
Switched at First
Greg Hopkins flew down the road in his black 2006 Ford GT at over 300 miles per hour. He would have to slow down, but as long as he had a straight path, he would not allow the cops to catch him. He had just stolen the latest addition to his art collection. A priceless, previously unknown, painting by Gilbert Stuart. This would be his 10th in the last 3 years.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
Eyes in the Darkness
Have you ever awakened in the middle of the night with that disturbing feeling that you are being watched? You comfort your children, letting them know that there is no monster under the bed. Also, the man standing in their room is really only the shadow of their coat or jacket. But who is there to comfort you? Who is going to tell you that there is no monster in your room? Exactly what are the glowing eyes that you see? Why are they getting closer? Don’t scream. It’s too late. It got you now.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
