David E. Perry
Bio
If you had the powers of God, what would you create? Writing gives me that power. I create my own worlds where I'm in complete control. Would you like to know the first I ever wrote? Read Sandy:
Stories (75/0)
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On January 5th, 2129, on the 361st floor of the 3rd district Zetta building, Cyborg, Tango Bravo Zero woke from hibernation. He stood up and ran a self-diagnostic program to make sure that all of his systems were working as accepted. After receiving a score of 100%, he walked to the head office. There, Alpha Zero Zero was waiting for his report.
By David E. Perry6 days ago in Fiction
Self Destruct
“This ship will self-destruct in 60 seconds” The announcement was not given over a loudspeaker. It was only displayed on the personal screen of Captain Arnold Scott of the Starship Leviathan. The verbal notice came only through his earpiece. The enemy could not be allowed to know what was about to happen to them. The Viridistrum had invaded the ship 3 days ago. They quickly gained control of the ship. They believed that they had eliminated everyone. But the 250 members of the crew had already escaped. That includes Arnold's son, Jake. It was hard being apart from him but he knew that Jake’s life was in danger if he stayed. He had to let him go. He made him go.
By David E. Perry6 days ago in Fiction
The Finish Line
It was going to be a photo finish. 60 seconds to go. Dan Johnson and Dave O'Brien turned on the last leg of the race at the exact same time. They have been side by side the entire race. While still running, they both took their eyes off of the track only for a second, to look each other in the eyes. Dan smiled as he pulled slightly ahead of Dave. Dave, running on the outermost lane of the track, had to put forth a little more effort but he caught up with Dan. They were running neck and neck. Dave tried, but he could not pull ahead of Dan. He was not willing to settle for a tie.
By David E. Perry14 days ago in Fiction
Little Pigs
There are plenty of stories about pigs that are considered too small to make a real difference. They normally end up doing something great to get the attention that their small stature denied them. There was that one from a farm a little over a mile down the road. There, a pig named Baby avoids becoming dinner and aspires to become a sheepdog, or should I say a sheep pig. This was better than the other farm about a mile and a half in the other direction, where the pig did nothing at all. It was the spider who did all the work, but the pig became famous anyway. I have a pig story that you may not have heard before.
By David E. Perry15 days ago in Fiction
EXA
Over the course of 2 years, Andrew Minder, CEO of the Minder Corp, fired, or should I say let go of, laid off, 99 percent of his company’s entire workforce. On January 5, 2024, with an audience of only 15 people, Andrew flipped a switch, giving complete control of his company to AI. The computers turned on and robotic arms, legs, and wheels started to move. Although his bank account initially started to increase, his stock soon crashed. The world just wasn’t ready for AI to run a company.
By David E. Perry21 days ago in Fiction
A Fallen Acorn
There is an old but wise saying about the distance an acorn can fall from the mighty oak that dropped it. The truth is that oak trees don’t drop their acorns. They do not really fall. They are placed on the ground. The spot where it lands is picked in advance. It is a well-known fact that there are those who will carry the acorn to new places. For the most part, it is a nearby location, chosen by the Oak to honor the family line. Some, however, for more nefarious reasons, will take the acorn to far-off places, bringing harm to everything the Oak stands for. Everybody knows the extent a parent will go to protect their children. This is a story about exactly that.
By David E. Perry24 days ago in Fiction
Containment
It was a Tuesday. August 5th. The time was about 7 AM. Maybe a little bit before. When the sirens went off, nobody thought too much of it. They always do that on the first Tuesday of the month. But this was different. Normally, they did the test of the system around 10 AM. It was too early. Michale got out of bed, grabbed his phone, and checked the weather. According to Weather Bug, it was going to be a beautiful day. But the sirens were still blasting.
By David E. Perryabout a month ago in Fiction
The Cheese Stands Alone
Have you ever heard of the saying, “The Cheese Stands Alone”? It is a true statement. I am a living example of it. By the way, my name is Cheese. Well, my real name is Matthew Limburg. But with a name like Limburg, how can you not grow up with the nickname, Cheese? It’s a name I got back in grade school at it stuck. While I could be having a blast with my friends, the Cheese really does stand alone. Before I go into details, and I will get to them, let me first tell you who all was involved.
By David E. Perryabout a month ago in Fiction
For Whom the Bells Rang
Robert Jordan has been stuck at the same dead-end job for the last 10 years. He was promised a promotion years ago but to this day it has not yet happened. He sat at a small desk in a large dull room deprived of light, life, and soul. The floor, walls, and ceiling were all the same lifeless pale gray. The walls and ceiling were stucco. The floor was concrete sealed with rubber. There was no way to get used to the smell of the rubber.
By David E. Perry2 months ago in Fiction
That’s the Way the Cookie Crumble
Theodor (Theo) McKnight was the invisible kid. When he was 16 years old, he had to be the least athletic person in Emerson High School. He could have tried his hand at basketball. But whenever he tried to dribble a ball, it didn’t even bounce. This is strange considering that all you have to do is drop the ball to make it bounce. Track was out of the question. He could run at a top speed of 2 miles per hour.
By David E. Perry2 months ago in Fiction
