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David E. Perry
Joined July 2021
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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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Megan and Johnny
Megan Holly was a woman of great beauty. She was 5’6. Her color was that of copper. Her locks were jet black and came halfway down her back. On Monday, just the same as every other workday, she walked up to the door and looked through a small hole. A camera took a photo of her eye. The door opened and she was greeted by Greg, a tall, scrawny, man. He spoke to her. “Megan Joyce Holly, Welcome back. You may enter.”
By David E. Perry9 days ago in Fiction
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