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)
The Blue Bird
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By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Poets
The Final Days of Jonathan Grant
The Final Days of Jonathan Grant By David E. Perry The funeral of Jonathan Grant went unnoticed. The casket remained closed. It sat there in an empty field with no one around. No flowers where displayed. Nobody gave a eulogy. Nobody mourned over the loss of a loved one. Nobody said a few words. Nobody shed a single tear. Nobody realized when three people stepped out of a black Rolls Royce.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
Do Not Open
Do Not Open By David E. Perry N ina and Lina Honors did everything together. That’s just the way twins are sometimes. They think alike. They act alike. When in school, they played the same sports and took the same classes. They even at one time dated twin brothers. They broke it off when Lina’s boyfriend kissed Nina by mistake. So, it was no wonder when, just 5 days after their 25th birthday, they moved into the same 3-bedroom house, just 10 miles from home.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction