David E. Perry
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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:
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Containment
It was a Tuesday. August 5th. The time was about 7 AM. Maybe a little bit before. When the sirens went off, nobody thought too much of it. They always do that on the first Tuesday of the month. But this was different. Normally, they did the test of the system around 10 AM. It was too early. Michale got out of bed, grabbed his phone, and checked the weather. According to Weather Bug, it was going to be a beautiful day. But the sirens were still blasting.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
The Cheese Stands Alone
Have you ever heard of the saying, “The Cheese Stands Alone”? It is a true statement. I am a living example of it. By the way, my name is Cheese. Well, my real name is Matthew Limburg. But with a name like Limburg, how can you not grow up with the nickname, Cheese? It’s a name I got back in grade school at it stuck. While I could be having a blast with my friends, the Cheese really does stand alone. Before I go into details, and I will get to them, let me first tell you who all was involved.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
For Whom the Bells Rang
Robert Jordan has been stuck at the same dead-end job for the last 10 years. He was promised a promotion years ago but to this day it has not yet happened. He sat at a small desk in a large dull room deprived of light, life, and soul. The floor, walls, and ceiling were all the same lifeless pale gray. The walls and ceiling were stucco. The floor was concrete sealed with rubber. There was no way to get used to the smell of the rubber.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
That’s the Way the Cookie Crumble
Theodor (Theo) McKnight was the invisible kid. When he was 16 years old, he had to be the least athletic person in Emerson High School. He could have tried his hand at basketball. But whenever he tried to dribble a ball, it didn’t even bounce. This is strange considering that all you have to do is drop the ball to make it bounce. Track was out of the question. He could run at a top speed of 2 miles per hour.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
An Arachnid’s Phobia
It was a beautiful sunny day. The birds were chirping as they built their nest. The bees were buzzing as they molded wax into honeycombs. The flowers were so vibrant in color, their beauty can be seen for miles. Their sweet smell filled the air. The temperature was pleasantly in the mid to lower 70’s. But it had been dropping quickly over the last hour. With a change in temperature comes a change in the wind.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
Hiss and Susan
At first, I couldn’t see him. I only heard him. Coming from up under my bed was a hissing sound. There was also a rattling sound. I could never seem to find where it was coming from. I wasn’t frightened by it. I assume most kids would be, but to me it was soothing. I often couldn’t get to sleep unless I heard it.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
Peanut and Tommy
I was never the type of kid who would run to his parents screaming about a monster under his bed. I became aware that monsters existed at a very young age. I never feared them. Instead, I always wanted to meet one of them. One day, while pretending to sleep, I spotted the beast coming out of the closet to hide under my bed. It was the coolest thing I had ever seen. It was 6 feet tall and had green, yellow, and orange stripes. It looked like what you would get if you mixed a zebra with an alligator. It had spikes on its back and huge sharp teeth and thick claws. I only had one eye open as I watched the monster. I tried my best not to make a sound, but I couldn’t help it. I gasped in amazement. With great speed, the beast ran back into the closet. I tried to pretend that I was only snoring, but the beast did not return. It was gone. I was left lying there amazed. I got out of the bed, went into the closet to look for him, but I didn’t see anyone. Now, I was more determined than ever to meet the monster. I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to be his friend.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
Guardians of the Night
Something happens when we grow up. We stop believing. All of the things that frighten us, amaze us, and protect us as a child become nothing more than a figment of our childish imagination. We are so quick to tell our children that they do not exist. But what if I told you that your children are right? There really is a monster in every child’s bedroom. There is one for each child. Some of them hide under the bed. Some of them hide inside the closet. They wait and watch from outside the child's bedroom window. Most children never see their monster. They are great at disguising themselves. That scratching sound that your child hears, it’s not a tree branch. It’s not just a coat hanging on a hook that they see. The glowing eyes that seem to disappear when they look at them, it’s all real.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
Frankie and Johnny
Frankie and Johnny were lovers. It’s been said that their story is the greatest love story of all time. But that was years ago. How often do you find your happily ever after, your lifelong partner, your one true love when you’re only 16 years old anyway? If only they realized it sooner.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
Lake Effect
Let me tell you a story. What I have to say is true. It happened just a few days ago. A mysterious cloud of dihydro-monoxide formed over the Atlantic Ocean not far from the coast of Florida. Carried by strong winds it moved North to colder climates. This caused the cloud to crystallize. The wind carried it westward over Lake Michigan, increasing its intensity. The now heavier cloud began to break apart. It dumped crystallized dihydro-monoxide on Chicago and its suburbs.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
Snow Castles
I can’t stand when snow touches my skin. It sends shivers throughout my body and soul. Things were so much different when I was a kid. Back in the 1980s, snow was the most amazing thing in the whole world. Back then I would enjoy lying in the snow. Snow angles were a favorite pastime.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
