Andrew Perry
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I have spent my life reading books, telling stories, going on adventures, meeting new friends, and just enjoying life. I want to share stories and art that bring joy to people.
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Winter's Breath. Runner-Up in The Ritual of Winter Challenge.
You will do it a million times without giving it a moment of your time. Yet, in the winter things change, your exhale has life to it. You watch it disperse, often slowing down to change the shape of the air on exhalation. A simple, yet beautiful distraction during quiet moments. One so profound we notice our surroundings.
By Andrew Perry26 days ago in Humans
Sting of Betrayal
There is a community center of where he fine citizens of Kitsap County gather to enjoy the prosperity of life. It is in this community center were the best of mens' hearts bear fruit, The locals came together to build this but they didn’t stop there. They continue to give their time so the children, and the community itself, continue to thrive.
By Andrew Perry11 months ago in Fiction
Igniting 2024
With the sounds of explosions and loved ones in hand, we cheer and welcome in the new year. There is something repetitive, and strangely unique, about January 1st. It’s a time of celebration of what was and what will be. For many people, the best way to start the new year is by kissing the one they love. Truly, a great way to start the new year. We pair this with resolutions, promises of change to make this year better than the last.
By Andrew Perry2 years ago in Motivation
I Promise
They say the moment you jump off a bridge, you regret it immediately. Others say your life flashes before your eyes. It could be just a free fall of 5 seconds, but a life’s worth of memories flood the temporal lobe, overtaking one’s consciousness just before impact. Is it calm or paralyzing? Just a few seconds ago, I was on the bridge with the other first responders. Fear overtakes one man and sends another plummeting. I see my mother’s tears as the cold blue embraces the sedan. Did I make the right choice? What did my mother do to deserve this?
By Andrew Perry3 years ago in Fiction
My Savior
There is nothing like an afternoon rain that supports the warm glow of the sun. Clouds dot the sky, but the sun refuses to be hidden. Rays of light shinning through highlighting the rainbow over the hills in the distance. South of the hills stands a church overlooking a graveyard. Here stands a small gathering supporting a mother who is laying her son to rest for the last time. Behind the tombstone a deer mouse glides through the wet grass to join.
By Andrew Perry3 years ago in Fiction
