Andrew Perkins
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Electrical project foreman and real estate investor. The next logical step was writer.
I’ve always been in love with creating. I dedicated over a decade to composing and recording music.
Stories (9)
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Finley High Confessions
Part One Connor stares down at the red plastic cup in his hand. He hates parties. The cup only has soda in it, and he only has it because he doesn’t need people looking at him like he’s some sort of freak. As if slurred speech and being imbalanced was the only way to have fun when you’re in high school.
By Andrew Perkins2 years ago in Criminal
I am just so burned out.
I am so burned out. God, am I burned out. I know what you’re thinking. We’re all burned out, stop crying about it. But it’s consuming every part of my life. I barely see my friends anymore. What little family I have hardly wants to be around me because I’m always in such a pissy mood. I used to have hobbies, but it’s a chore to even get out of bed each day.
By Andrew Perkins2 years ago in Fiction
Pretty Woman. Content Warning.
Edward had never felt so much joy. His life had long been filled with limousines and fancy hotels, but this… this was different. He could hardly sit still in the backseat of the overstretched car with tinted windows. For a fleeting moment, he couldn’t help but realize how hard he worked to keep people away from him - from the dark tinted windows and closed barrier between him and the driver to the suits that he wore, which screamed, “people do what I tell them.” For all the successes he had experienced in life, the loneliness was always louder.
By Andrew Perkins3 years ago in Horror
The Fireplace
There’s something living in my fireplace. The ancient thing hasn’t worked since we moved in, and I imagine it’s been decades since a real flame scorched the insides of the cinder block chimney. Although, the blackened space where logs once rested is evidence that it did, indeed, once upon a time burn red and orange. Now, the only signs of life coming from the old fireplace, is an occasional spider emerging from the cobweb laden hearth. That was of course, until I started hearing the noises.
By Andrew Perkins3 years ago in Horror
Transit
Jack woke with his face so close to spider web fractured glass that he thought his own pupil had cracked. Even having never ridden in a train before, Jack recognized the large rectangular windows and rows of benches. The benches had a dark and brilliant wood finish, with the backs all ending in a detailed swirl that reminded him of church pews. Running down the center of the aisle was a deep red carpet. It was almost as if it used to be a different color, and the red was just a stain on the fabric. The sight subconsciously tapped into Jack’s deepest memories and caused an involuntary shudder.
By Andrew Perkins3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Door
One more door. That’s what I keep telling myself. One more door and that’s it for an entire glorious week. One week on the beach with Sarah and the kids. The fact that she invited me on this trip had to be a good sign, right? Maybe me moving back home and getting this stupid job proved to her that I was ready to be the husband and father that she had always wanted me to be. The mere thought of being back with my family made me take the stairs up to the door in twos. Who knows? Maybe I’d even get a sale at this one. I was feeling unstoppable.
By Andrew Perkins3 years ago in Horror
