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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Duck Blind
Oliver Green was the thirty-second victim of what was called Jodie Syndrome. Just like the thirty-one victims before him, he woke up in the Contagious Disease Department of Bronzeville Hospital. And, just like all the victims before him, he woke up with a splitting headache. He had no memory of his life before he opened his eyes in the hospital. He remembered his name. He remembered how to speak. But nothing that could tell him who he really was—where he was from, who his family was, what his job had been, whether he had money. It was all gone.
By David E. Perry2 months ago in Fiction
Glow
Back in the ’20s and early ’30s, the old building on 79th Street was known as Club-79. Many of the greats played there—Duke Ellington, Louis Armstrong, and Fletcher Henderson, just to name a few. The audience often included notable people like Coco Chanel, Charlie Chaplin, Al Capone, and even Albert Einstein. If you were alive then, this was the place to be.
By David E. Perry2 months ago in Fiction
Cold Storage
The houses on Old Tanner Drive were some of the oldest homes in the city. It seemed they really knew how to build back then. They survived the earthquake of 1922, the blizzard of 1935, and the hurricane of 1947. While these three disasters nearly decimated the town, the five houses on Old Tanner Drive remained completely unharmed—not even a shingle was lost.
By David E. Perry2 months ago in Fiction
The Private Room
It was hard saying goodbye to the old house. So many memories were tied up here. Like the time Greg placed the fake rat in the kitchen and scared Mom instead of Molly. Or when Moses dared Megan to run over his foot with her bike. He walked around with a broken foot and didn’t tell anybody until the next day. Or the time we had that huge blizzard. All of the kids climbed onto the roof from the third-story window and jumped off into the snow below. Timmy sank three feet down. We had to dig him out.
By David E. Perry3 months ago in Fiction
The True Story of Byron Baker Wolf
Let me start by saying that my name is Byron Baker Wolf. It’s not Big Bad. I hate that nickname. Look at me—do I look that big or bad to you? Think about it. I’m the smallest in my whole pack and the kindest wolf in the entire forest. Big. Bad. It doesn’t even fit me.
By David E. Perry3 months ago in Fiction
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. Perry4 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. Perry5 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
