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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Aeterna
How long do you want to live? At what age do you want to die? This is a hard question to answer. Think about it. Jonathan was 95 years old. He smoked a pack of cigarettes every day since he was 18. He smoked cigars every time he was out with “The Boys.” He drank like a camel since he was 16. Now he was bedridden. He was limited to a liquid diet since he could no longer digest solid food. He ate through a tube since he no longer had the ability to swallow. A machine breathed for him since one of his lungs was removed due to cancer and the other just didn’t work. Another machine kept his heart pumping.
By David E. Perry11 months ago in Longevity
Mom, Dad
Mom, Dad, I know that I’m a little late. Ok, I’m a lot late. But let me tell you what happened. It all started when I arrived at school today. There was this new student in my first period class today. Never saw him before. He sat right in front of me, turned around and said, “Hello Katie.” Of course, I was shocked. I had no idea who he was.
By David E. Perry12 months ago in Fiction
Implants
The quahog clam can live for over 500 years. There is a fig tree in Sri Lanka that is at least 2,200 years old. High in the Andes Mountains, there is a shrub believed to be over 3000. Some of the corals off the coast of Hawaii are nearly 5,000 years old. With a life span of about 15,000 years, the glass sponges take the title of the longest living creature on earth. Where do humans fall on this list.
By David E. Perry12 months ago in Longevity
On My Way Home
Hello. My name is Zack Norman. This is my first time coming to one of these conventions. You may recognize me as one of the people standing outside making fun of you. But there was an event in my life that forced me to change sides. Let me tell you all about it.
By David E. Perry12 months ago in Humor
Proxima
June 17, 2125 To Darlene, my beloved and cherished wife, It is with the greatest sadness that I must depart from you for such a long time. Believe me when I say that my leaving was not an easy choice to make. However, looking at our life now compared to the promises made of Proxima Centauri b, you can’t help but agree that it was for the better. I have set off to make a better life for you, our children and myself. But even with the speeds that we can now make, the trip will take 5 years.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in History
Dear Sam
September 10, 2014 Dear Sam: You don’t know me yet, but you will. And when you do, it will be my greatest honor to make sure that you are the happiest person alive. I’ve been chosen to be your personal bodyguard. I swear that I will take that job very seriously. I may not look like much, only 3’7 and 60 pounds soaking wet, but I promise that I can pack a mean punch.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in History
Chicken Soup with Rice
When I was a little kid, my mother would always get these books for the children to read. This is why I love to read and write now. We had Dr. Seuss books, Little Golden Books, and Sweet Pickel books. My brothers and I would love to get the Sweet Pickel books. The back inside cover would display a map of the fictional town of Sweet Pickels. One of the houses on the map was red and blue. It slightly resembled our house which was red and blue. I don’t remember any of the stories, but that house was enough for us to love the books.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Feast
The Passenger in Seat D8
Read The Passenger in Seat B9 America, the beautiful. The land of the free. The home of the brave. I’ve heard these words since early childhood. But my troubles started shortly after I got here. Don’t get me wrong. It’s not the whole nation. It’s not even the whole city. It’s just that one person. That man that keeps watching me. Everywhere I go, he shows up. He looks into my very soul. He’s looking for something. It’s like he wants something evil to be inside me and he gets upset that it’s not there. Let me tell you about the first time I noticed him.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Fiction
