Andrew Perry
Bio
I have spent my life reading books, telling stories, going on adventures, meeting new friends, and just enjoying life. I want to share stories and art that bring joy to people.
Stories (6/0)
Igniting 2024
With the sounds of explosions and loved ones in hand, we cheer and welcome in the new year. There is something repetitive, and strangely unique, about January 1st. It’s a time of celebration of what was and what will be. For many people, the best way to start the new year is by kissing the one they love. Truly, a great way to start the new year. We pair this with resolutions, promises of change to make this year better than the last.
By Andrew Perry3 months ago in Motivation
Hot Deal
As the city chaos is heard, Anna the young apprentice remembers she forgot to put the notes away from earlier testing on the mutating dwarf. As she proceeds downstairs, with nothing but a dim lantern to illuminate the path, suddenly a glowing ember radiates from below, glass shattering, following a piercing scream.
By Andrew Perry12 months ago in Fiction
I Promise
They say the moment you jump off a bridge, you regret it immediately. Others say your life flashes before your eyes. It could be just a free fall of 5 seconds, but a life’s worth of memories flood the temporal lobe, overtaking one’s consciousness just before impact. Is it calm or paralyzing? Just a few seconds ago, I was on the bridge with the other first responders. Fear overtakes one man and sends another plummeting. I see my mother’s tears as the cold blue embraces the sedan. Did I make the right choice? What did my mother do to deserve this?
By Andrew Perryabout a year ago in Fiction
My Savior
There is nothing like an afternoon rain that supports the warm glow of the sun. Clouds dot the sky, but the sun refuses to be hidden. Rays of light shinning through highlighting the rainbow over the hills in the distance. South of the hills stands a church overlooking a graveyard. Here stands a small gathering supporting a mother who is laying her son to rest for the last time. Behind the tombstone a deer mouse glides through the wet grass to join.
By Andrew Perryabout a year ago in Fiction