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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Then, It Was My Turn
I was not always that tough kid that the other children feared. In first grade, I came across my first bully. His name was Thaddeus Wilder. At the age of only 6 years old, he was the size of an 18-year-old. Maybe that’s a small exaggeration, but needless to say, the boy towered over me. I’m not sure he was a boy. He might have been a gorilla. I don’t know what he was.
By David E. Perry9 months ago in Fiction
I’m Not My Fathers Son
Hello. My name is Alaric. It’s an old name that means leader. I guess that my parents had high hopes for me. I was always the weird kid. My siblings often made fun of me because I enjoyed things like broccoli, brussels sprouts, asparagus, mushrooms, spinach, and beets. They hated them. They loved mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, chicken nuggets, and chocolate. I hated them. They liked watching cartoons on days there were no school. I enjoyed watching things about scientific discoveries. They talked about me because I was smart. I got straight A’s in all my classes and they, well, they didn’t. The thing that pushed it over the edge, however, was the fact that I never got sick. When they had the flu, when they had chicken pocks, I had a scratchy throat for half a day. Amirah, my sister, would often ask my parents what planet they got me from.
By David E. Perry10 months ago in Psyche
A Utopian Crash
Before I can tell you how it all came crashing down, I need to tell you how it all began. When Joslyn first walked into Third Street Technocial she saw a sign that read “New Hires wait here.” Any attempt to walk pass security with just here temporary ID would have set off every alarm in the building.
By David E. Perry10 months ago in Futurism
Sky Towers
Hello – I am Pegasus. And welcome to Sky Towers, a release from the polluted world outside. I will be your virtual assistant during your stay here. Just ask and it is yours. Your wish is my command. You are among the first to inhabit the way to the future. You are registered as John and Emily Toliver. Your suite is located in the north tower. It is on the 423rd floor. Sit down. Take the tram. It will take you to the nearest elevator to your suite.
By David E. Perry10 months ago in Futurism
I Keep on Falling
I remember boarding the small plan. It was a last-minute decision to get to the Highlands. I was supposed to be on one of those big jumbo jets, but things happen. A storm in the middle of the night knocked out the power. So, when 5 AM arrived, Alexa did not wake me up. I woke up at 6 AM instead. This gave me one hour to get ready, not my normal 2.
By David E. Perry10 months ago in Fiction
I Almost Got Away with It
I wouldn’t say that I was a bad kid. I got only into a little mischief when I was younger. Like the time that I pulled Sally Wen’s hair because she wouldn’t give me some of her candy. It’s not like she didn’t deserve it. She gave some to Bobby and Jackie and Taylor and Bill. When she got to me, she turned up her nose, stuck out her tongue and walked past me. So, I pulled her hair. Mrs. O’Donley made me stand in the corner and sent a note home to Mom and Dad. Jeff, my older brother, signed the note. He said that she deserved it.
By David E. Perry10 months ago in Fiction
Visitors
I was sitting in my living room watching TV. Well, the truth is that the TV was watching me. My head was bobbing up and down as I tried to fight sleep. It was only 7PM and if I had gone to bed at that time, I would have woken up in the middle of the night with no chance of going back to sleep. I was startled awake when the doorbell rang, and a young man started to bang on my door.
By David E. Perry10 months ago in Fiction
Everybody Deserves a 2nd Chance
July 18th, 2025 – 6:00 AM Traveling the historic Route 66, you will find that it intersects an old desert road. Turn down that road and travel about 10 miles and you will find a broken-down Jeep. The engine is still hot, and smoke is still pouring out. It’s not hard to tell that it was recently abandoned.
By David E. Perry10 months ago in Fiction
Amiya and Mink
The sound of glass shattering as it hit the floor filled the entire house. It was her mother’s favorite vase. It didn’t cost much. Its value was all sentimental. Still, right away, she knew she was in trouble. Even before her mother screamed out her name.
By David E. Perry10 months ago in Fiction
Memories
My name is Michael Zimmermann. At least that’s what the man standing over my hospital bed called me. It didn’t sound quite right but since I didn’t remember what my name was, I accepted it. Michael Zimmermann. It sounded kind of strange to me. But I had no idea who I was. I had no Idea who the man standing over me was. I don’t know why I was in the hospital. I had a vague memory of, nope. It was gone. The only memory I had was Gregory Zimmerman standing over me. He said that he was my father. Without anything else to go on, I went home with him.
By David E. Perry10 months ago in Psyche
Aeterna
How long do you want to live? At what age do you want to die? This is a hard question to answer. Think about it. Jonathan was 95 years old. He smoked a pack of cigarettes every day since he was 18. He smoked cigars every time he was out with “The Boys.” He drank like a camel since he was 16. Now he was bedridden. He was limited to a liquid diet since he could no longer digest solid food. He ate through a tube since he no longer had the ability to swallow. A machine breathed for him since one of his lungs was removed due to cancer and the other just didn’t work. Another machine kept his heart pumping.
By David E. Perry10 months ago in Longevity
