Skyler Saunders
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The Red Soil
In the time frame the travelers to Mars had sensed the welcome party of the other humans who had already made the trek, they felt in their bones the excitement. Every fiber in their body kept them looking forward to their own sense of being. The ride was okay except for the fighting couple. The male captain Alfredo Bally left the mic hot in the cabin.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Universal Hatred
The trolls rolled out in full force. They attacked Morrison Bly but he laughed. He knew that it was playful jousting from the real haters. He knew that he could take the verbal punishment because he wanted it. It wasn’t even a no pain no gain situation. It was hatred is greatness.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Exempt
The time came for him to speak. “I'm a man of color. That still hinders me. But I know that I’m better off than my ancestors by a long measure. All I’m asking is not remuneration, compensation, or reparations. Just to be exempt from all taxation. Everyone from all walks of life. All Americans should no longer pay taxes on income. Now consumption may be an exception. Contracts may be an exception.”
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Books and Things for the Future
The microchip held six billion books in it. All you had to do was implant it and the audio visual experience began. You could see the text in every typeface, switch the sizes and enjoy an aesthetic adventure into the minds of hundreds of millions of authors.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
My Passage of Time
I’m four-years-old. Now I’m graduating from high school. I just earned my PhD. I’m a dean at Delaware Technical Institute of Technology. I meet my wife. She has two of my children. They’re in middle school. They just graduated from college. I am retiring from my role as dean. My wife dies. I’m beginning to show signs of Alzheimer’s disease. What was I trying to say? I know it had to do something with my grandchildren. I can’t recall their names. I’m at a home for the invalids…I think. That’s what they told me, anyway. I’m dying. Death comes. Dead.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
An All-Black Delaware
The last scrap hung in the wind as the black people stood and waved at the other races going to Maryland, New Jersey, and Pennsylvania. The passage of the law to have Delaware implemented as a state for just Foundational Black Americans (FBA) kept the tribalist nonsense going.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
