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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Knight & Day. Honorable Mention in Parallel Lives Challenge.
Roger had a very happy childhood. He was the youngest of four children, all children of Carl and Betty Knight. Sasha was only ten months older than him. She had been born prematurely but never let her smaller stature stop her from reaching her goals. Tommy was three years older than him and was believed to be the most athletic. Jackie, five years older, was considered the smartest — that is, until Roger came along. Don’t get me wrong. All four were very brilliant. Roger just seemed to catch on to things quicker than his older siblings.
By David E. Perry3 months ago in Fiction
Ms. McFadden
Beverly McFadden Beverly McFadden wore a bright red bucket hat, a navy-blue and orange striped summer dress, one purple shoe and one yellow shoe. She had a white jacket with black polka dots. She rode into town on a heavily used Segway PT. It was slightly modified to reach a top speed of 35 MPH—at least that’s what she said. The fact that she was able to pass several cars on the road made most believe she had to be traveling closer to 50.
By David E. Perry4 months ago in Fiction
The Theme Park That Wasn’t
Jamie was thrilled and devastated at the same time. He was thrilled that this was the last week of school before summer vacation. He was devastated that he still had to wait a whole week for summer vacation. This was going to be the best vacation of his 12 years of life.
By David E. Perry5 months ago in Fiction
Flight of the Honeybee
Silvia Gardner walked down the long tunnel holding her father’s hand. She looked nervous. It was obvious that this was her first time on an airplane. She turned around, her eyes darting left and right as she searched for her mother. For a moment she almost cried out, “Mom!” But then she saw her—just a few people behind. Silvia reached out her hand, and the passengers between them allowed her mother to pass. No mother should be separated from her child, especially one so young.
By David E. Perry5 months ago in Fiction
A Friend
Have you ever met a true friend and then realized that the day you first met would be the last. That’s the way it was with me and Nightingale. I never found out his first name, but it didn’t matter. All of his friends only called him Nightingale. Let me tell you how we met.
By David E. Perry6 months ago in Fiction
Mr. Nightingale
I was only 3 years old when Mr. Nightingale came into my life. To me, he was a friend, everything but imaginary. He stood 7 feet tall, dark red skin, black shirt and pants, and a white trench coat that was always clean regardless of what we did together. He also had a black walking stick with a bird on top.
By David E. Perry6 months ago in Fiction
Shh!
We’ve been friends for a long time. A very long time. Ever since Billy Blockhead tried to initiate me on the first day of freshman year in high school. Remember? You beat him up—him and the other three boys that were with him. I can guarantee that was something they’ll never forget. I heard Billy still has nightmares about that day.
By David E. Perry7 months ago in Fiction
