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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What People Do For Money
Otis Fireheart was one of the nicest people on the planet Earth. He lived paycheck to paycheck on the top floor of one of New York City’s worst low-income apartment buildings. Every day, he walked down 15 flights of stairs. Nobody trusted the elevator. He would walk 10 blocks to Right Fit Drug Store, where he would work 9 to 5 only to get paid minimum wage. He never had more than $500 in the bank at one time. Even though he didn’t have a dime to his name, he always made sure that he would do something nice for those less fortunate than he was. It wasn’t ever that much, but he did what he could. And it was very much appreciated.
By David E. Perry8 months ago in Fiction
Phinehas Shaw. Top Story - May 2025.
Here, before us, is Phinehas Shaw, Brother, Father, Son, Uncle, Cousin, and friend to so very, very many. As I look out into the crowd, I can truly see how well Phinehas was loved or at least known. I must say, I’ve never seen a crowd this large gathered together to see just one person. I’m impressed. I didn’t think that this many people could fit inside the building.
By David E. Perry8 months ago in Fiction
Children of the Wheat
We had been riding down this road for what seemed to be over 100 miles. There has not been a single spot where we could stop and turn around for hours. There has not been a single gas station or any place where we could stop and ask for directions. It was the dead of night. We had no cell phone signal. We had no idea where we were. We were running out of gas. And I really, really, had to pee.
By David E. Perry8 months ago in Futurism
Then, It Was My Turn
I was not always that tough kid that the other children feared. In first grade, I came across my first bully. His name was Thaddeus Wilder. At the age of only 6 years old, he was the size of an 18-year-old. Maybe that’s a small exaggeration, but needless to say, the boy towered over me. I’m not sure he was a boy. He might have been a gorilla. I don’t know what he was.
By David E. Perry9 months ago in Fiction
I’m Not My Fathers Son
Hello. My name is Alaric. It’s an old name that means leader. I guess that my parents had high hopes for me. I was always the weird kid. My siblings often made fun of me because I enjoyed things like broccoli, brussels sprouts, asparagus, mushrooms, spinach, and beets. They hated them. They loved mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, chicken nuggets, and chocolate. I hated them. They liked watching cartoons on days there were no school. I enjoyed watching things about scientific discoveries. They talked about me because I was smart. I got straight A’s in all my classes and they, well, they didn’t. The thing that pushed it over the edge, however, was the fact that I never got sick. When they had the flu, when they had chicken pocks, I had a scratchy throat for half a day. Amirah, my sister, would often ask my parents what planet they got me from.
By David E. Perry9 months ago in Psyche
A Utopian Crash
Before I can tell you how it all came crashing down, I need to tell you how it all began. When Joslyn first walked into Third Street Technocial she saw a sign that read “New Hires wait here.” Any attempt to walk pass security with just here temporary ID would have set off every alarm in the building.
By David E. Perry9 months ago in Futurism
Sky Towers
Hello – I am Pegasus. And welcome to Sky Towers, a release from the polluted world outside. I will be your virtual assistant during your stay here. Just ask and it is yours. Your wish is my command. You are among the first to inhabit the way to the future. You are registered as John and Emily Toliver. Your suite is located in the north tower. It is on the 423rd floor. Sit down. Take the tram. It will take you to the nearest elevator to your suite.
By David E. Perry9 months ago in Futurism
I Keep on Falling
I remember boarding the small plan. It was a last-minute decision to get to the Highlands. I was supposed to be on one of those big jumbo jets, but things happen. A storm in the middle of the night knocked out the power. So, when 5 AM arrived, Alexa did not wake me up. I woke up at 6 AM instead. This gave me one hour to get ready, not my normal 2.
By David E. Perry9 months ago in Fiction
I Almost Got Away with It
I wouldn’t say that I was a bad kid. I got only into a little mischief when I was younger. Like the time that I pulled Sally Wen’s hair because she wouldn’t give me some of her candy. It’s not like she didn’t deserve it. She gave some to Bobby and Jackie and Taylor and Bill. When she got to me, she turned up her nose, stuck out her tongue and walked past me. So, I pulled her hair. Mrs. O’Donley made me stand in the corner and sent a note home to Mom and Dad. Jeff, my older brother, signed the note. He said that she deserved it.
By David E. Perry9 months ago in Fiction
