David E. Perry
Bio
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:
Stories (76/0)
Polly Wants a Carat
Marry Nikolaev normally would never leave her jewelry laying around, but she was alone this day. 2 diamond rings ranging from 10 to 15 carats. She only set it down for a moment. She was only gone for 3 minutes. When she came back, the rings were missing.
By David E. Perry12 months ago in Fiction
Switched at First
Greg Hopkins flew down the road in his black 2006 Ford GT at over 300 miles per hour. He would have to slow down, but as long as he had a straight path, he would not allow the cops to catch him. He had just stolen the latest addition to his art collection. A priceless, previously unknown, painting by Gilbert Stuart. This would be his 10th in the last 3 years.
By David E. Perry12 months ago in Fiction
Eyes in the Darkness
Have you ever awakened in the middle of the night with that disturbing feeling that you are being watched? You comfort your children, letting them know that there is no monster under the bed. Also, the man standing in their room is really only the shadow of their coat or jacket. But who is there to comfort you? Who is going to tell you that there is no monster in your room? Exactly what are the glowing eyes that you see? Why are they getting closer? Don’t scream. It’s too late. It got you now.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Fiction
The Children of Pine Lake
In hindsight, I believe that the explosion may have been a little bit much. Yet we knew it had to be done. So, when the opportunity arrived, we had to take it. Escaping from Pine Lake was not easy. It took the combined effort of 10 children aged 10 to 16 to outwit the so-called smartest people on earth. I’m sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me first tell you who “we” are.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Fiction
Random Act of Kindness
In life, we all come to a point where we have to make difficult choices. It may be that neither choice can be called wrong or right. It’s just that each option will bring about both a desired and an undesired consequence. Donna Nelson was one that had to make such a decision. I didn’t know Donna’s full story. But I can tell you what little interaction I had with her.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Fiction
Fly Me to the Moon
It was April 12th, the anniversary of the day they met. They were spending it in New York City. Actually, they were spending time above New York. That day, they had been from Chicago to Paris, from Jamaica to Hawaii, and everywhere in between.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Fiction
Hi, Jack
Well! This is how my story ends. Falling to my death it a large metal tube. My life flashed before my eyes. It wasn’t very long. It wasn’t very exciting. I’ve don’t a few things. Not enough to mention. Now I was falling at 120 mph, the ground was getting closer every second. Fear paralyzed me as the mask dropped from the ceiling. The lady in the seat next to me had to help me get mine one. It was too late to pray. It was too late to call my children, my wife, my parents. There was no chance I’d ever see my family again. I was not the cool, calm, man I normally be. I cried like a baby. But, before the end, let me tell you how it all started.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Fiction
