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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The Children of Pine Lake
In hindsight, I believe that the explosion may have been a little bit much. Yet we knew it had to be done. So, when the opportunity arrived, we had to take it. Escaping from Pine Lake was not easy. It took the combined effort of 10 children aged 10 to 16 to outwit the so-called smartest people on earth. I’m sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me first tell you who “we” are.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
Random Act of Kindness
In life, we all come to a point where we have to make difficult choices. It may be that neither choice can be called wrong or right. It’s just that each option will bring about both a desired and an undesired consequence. Donna Nelson was one that had to make such a decision. I didn’t know Donna’s full story. But I can tell you what little interaction I had with her.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
Fly Me to the Moon
It was April 12th, the anniversary of the day they met. They were spending it in New York City. Actually, they were spending time above New York. That day, they had been from Chicago to Paris, from Jamaica to Hawaii, and everywhere in between.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
Hi, Jack
Well! This is how my story ends. Falling to my death it a large metal tube. My life flashed before my eyes. It wasn’t very long. It wasn’t very exciting. I’ve don’t a few things. Not enough to mention. Now I was falling at 120 mph, the ground was getting closer every second. Fear paralyzed me as the mask dropped from the ceiling. The lady in the seat next to me had to help me get mine one. It was too late to pray. It was too late to call my children, my wife, my parents. There was no chance I’d ever see my family again. I was not the cool, calm, man I normally be. I cried like a baby. But, before the end, let me tell you how it all started.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
The Final Days of Jonathan Grant
The Final Days of Jonathan Grant By David E. Perry The funeral of Jonathan Grant went unnoticed. The casket remained closed. It sat there in an empty field with no one around. No flowers where displayed. Nobody gave a eulogy. Nobody mourned over the loss of a loved one. Nobody said a few words. Nobody shed a single tear. Nobody realized when three people stepped out of a black Rolls Royce.
By David E. Perry4 years ago in Fiction
Do Not Open
Do Not Open By David E. Perry N ina and Lina Honors did everything together. That’s just the way twins are sometimes. They think alike. They act alike. When in school, they played the same sports and took the same classes. They even at one time dated twin brothers. They broke it off when Lina’s boyfriend kissed Nina by mistake. So, it was no wonder when, just 5 days after their 25th birthday, they moved into the same 3-bedroom house, just 10 miles from home.
By David E. Perry5 years ago in Fiction
