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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The Broken Promise
There was only one rule: don't open the door. Nelson must have told his son that one rule ten-thousand times. But the more he would tell him, the more intriguing the door became. When he was 5, Nelson caught him approaching the door. He swore that it started to glow and hum. “What’s back there,” he asked?
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Horror
Something's Down There
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Narrator: Nobody believed the stories about what happened. But they know that something did happen. Something was alive down there. Something was waiting to get out. We all knew that as long as that door remained closed, we were all safe. There was only one problem. The new guy never heard the stories.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Horror
Flight
I Left Chicago Came to San Antonio Road on an Airplane
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Poets
Behind the Grey Door
"There was only one rule: don’t open the door.” With those words my first night at my new job began. I was paid $75 an hour by the Chicago Institute of Scientific Advancement. Working in the sub-basement, my only job was to guard the grey door.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Horror
A Letter to Mighty Man
Dear Mighty Man Or do you just use Brandon now? You probably don’t remember me, seeing that it’s been a long time. My name is Avery Weakman. You saved my life a number of times. Of course, you’re thinking that you saved a whole lot of people. I was the one you had to come back to for the most.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Fiction
What's in a Name
I realize that you don’t know me. My name is Alfred Griffen. Well, that’s not my real name. They told me not to tell anyone my real name. They said that it would be safer if people didn’t know who I really am. Of course, you don’t know who “they” are. It doesn't make a difference anyway. They told me not to tell anyone who they are, either. In my line of work, secrecy is very important. It’s not really work. I’m not being paid. It’s just the right thing to do.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Fiction
That's Why I'm Late
Let me start off by saying that it’s not my fault. I mean, I know it looks bad but let me explain. At some point in the middle of the night the storm knocked out the lights. This was a huge storm. Normally, I can sleep through a storm. This one woke me up. The explosion when lightening struck the house was massive. The house was lit up like it was daytime, although it was midnight. I got out of the bed to make sure everything was ok. You know, sometimes when it rains very hard, the roof leaks in the corner of the dining room. I didn’t see any water there, but I placed a bucket under it anyway. I don’t even remember going back to bed.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Fiction
