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)
Snowman
It was that song. If it wasn’t for that stupid song, I would have never been in this situation. The moment it started playing, the song, and the idea, was stuck in my head. It just kept playing over and over again in my mind. It asked a very simple question and I had to respond. “Do you want to build a snowman?” The thing is, I did want to build a snowman. I really did. I know, I know. Now the song is stuck in your head too. Forgive me. I promise, it will go away. Eventually.
By David E. Perry4 months ago in Fiction
White
There are some missions that are so important that once you start, you can’t go back. This was one of those missions. I was chosen, hand-picked, out of a group of 5 individuals because I was the strongest person for the job. At least that’s what they tell me. I believe that they chose me because I was the only one dumb enough to do it.
By David E. Perry4 months ago in Fiction
The Island of Misplaced Toys
That cowboy toy and his Andy were nothing compared to Tommy and me. I don’t blame Tommy for what happened. It was not his fault. And although his mother caused him to leave me behind, I can’t really fault her. She only did what a mother should do. Protect her son. Let me tell you how we met.
By David E. Perry4 months ago in Fiction
Snowed In
Edward Grey knew that the snow was coming but he had already booked his stay at Dewy Dew-Wright’s ski lodge months in advance. Refunds were only given if cancelations were made with 1 month’s notice. News of an approaching blizzard would not stop a ski resort town anyway. After all, how bad could it be? Snow was good for business. By the time he checked in, it had already started. It wasn’t all that heavy of a snowfall, but some of the guests had already started to leave. Most of the staff was leaving also. They didn’t want to get stuck there.
By David E. Perry5 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - November 2023
The Murphication of a Purple Man
Let me enlighten you on the precariousness of the situation I’ve found myself in. There was an industrial accident at my job. It caused me to lose my right eye. On top of that, since I was blamed for the accident, I lost my job as well. It gets worse.
By David E. Perry6 months ago in Fiction
Photographs
It was 3 PM and Amanda sat down in her favorite chair. It was where she always went to relax. But today was different. She was far too upset to relax. Her husband had not paid any attention to her. He didn’t even notice that anything was wrong. He just sat there, in his favorite chair, enjoying the game on ESPN. She gave a mean and evil glance at Henry but did not say a word. Henry glanced back with a puzzled look on his face. She got up, pointed at the calendar, and glanced at him again. She wasn’t just pointing to the calendar itself. It was more so the day on the calendar. A very special day. He hunched his shoulder and continued to watch the game.
By David E. Perry7 months ago in Fiction