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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From the Viewpoint of Qwan Mangum
Ok. This is what I recall. I was the first person in the class. Make that the first student. Mr. Gates was already there. Science happens to be my favorite subject. Since I had Study Hall before that, I was able to leave and get a jump start on the project. I know that you can’t tell by looking at me, but I’m a genius. I’m smarter than Mr. Gates and all of these other teachers combined. Check my test scores.
By David E. Perry9 months ago in Fiction
From the Viewpoint of Mr. Gates
First of all, Mrs. Bronson, I want you to know that the class project was approved by the school board. This assignment was in no way responsible for what happened. I do admit that we were experimenting with electricity and flammable gases, these were done in a very safe manner. We followed all the guidelines to the letter. I’m not stupid. The project was simple. We ran a small electric current through a tub of water splitting the molecules into hydrogen and oxygen. The burners were used to distill the water. Tap water has chlorine and other contaminants that could affect the outcome of the project. Anyway, that’s getting off the subject. You want to know what happened.
By David E. Perry9 months ago in Fiction
Opening Statement by Mrs. Bronson
As you all should know, my name is Wendy Bronson. I’m the principle of Bunsen Highschool. Today is Friday, November 15th. Classes are closed today as major repairs are under way to our science department. I like to believe that I am a fair and just educator. My office has an open-door policy. I welcome any student, teacher, parent or any other person to come speak to me anytime. If at any time I am not in my office, I give my phone number to people to give me a call. I always listen to each side when more than one person is telling a story. I believe that honesty should be rewarded while dishonesty should be punished. This has nothing to do with why the school is closed for the day. We did not receive any extra money to advance science.
By David E. Perry9 months ago in Fiction
The Bunsen Burner Mysteries
Welcome to Bunsen Nebraska. According to the 2020 census, the population is 12,721. Yet I do believe that it is closer to 9,000 now. The pandemic did a number on the elderly community. My name is Sam Bunsen the 4th and I’m the mayor of this wonderful town. My great-grandfather was the first mayor and the founder of Bunsen. That’s why the town was named after him.
By David E. Perry9 months ago in Fiction
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. Perry9 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. Perry9 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. Perry9 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. Perry10 months ago in Psyche
