Skyler Saunders
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Withstand the Ridiculous
The Delaware Historical Connection had an idea. They wanted to see if there was an individual who knew the most about the state of Delaware. New Sweden University student Hollis Varner fit such a description. His skin looked black as tar but it was like the tar was on fire in his head. He wore a blue blazer with a red t-shirt and blue jeans and white sneakers. He looked like any other college kid but was still different. A mind afire with ideas and notions to succeed, he had majored in History and specialized in what happened in the Diamond State.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Reject the Conglomerate
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She exited my roommate's space. He was in California spreading our gospel. This lady had with her a strategy for fighting the faithful and wore nothing but stilettos. Her name was Natta Orbus. In heels, she stood at five feet eleven inches and possessed blue black skin like mine. The face of an ebony doll, all of her beauty became manifest in her actions. She was coming out of my room to change in the treehouse we had constructed after we were pushed to the outskirts of the city, state, country, and world. Once the lights went out that night, we knew we had to act. We were armed with ideas. They were, too. We adamantly opposed them but felt that they had the right to express whatever they wanted on their own private property. But that would be after this night. The drones in Washington felt differently. They sensed that all faiths should band together as one. The floating consciousness in the universe also known as God overtook the minds of the populace. The billions of people in America had built up a network to set the human race back thousands of years…all by means of the governments of the world.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
The Coolness of Reason
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The room was my compartment on my personal jet. She laid across the bed and peered out. This was all foreign to Bonnie Clasman. The unfamiliar cloud patterns all signaled in her mind a difference from being on the ground looking up at them. She experienced a sensation of championing the skies, as an instrument of curiosity.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
You Shine So Bright
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. My daughter felt a pang of panic as she ran outside my son’s room. All of fourteen-years-old, Lesly Raynell still had a racing imagination and a bit of a fright about the events unfolding outside that window.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Divinity and Grace
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It was my little chocolate-skinned daughter, Talia, aged nine, and her milk chocolate brother, Russell, eight, in the place where all of his belongings existed. He played video games but she continued to peer out the window.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Gold Glory
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. For my fifteen-year-old daughter, slightly taller than me at five feet eleven inches and hazelnut colored skin like mine, she enjoyed being in my former commander’s quarters because it provided her the sight of the lunar landscape.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
A New Kind of Living
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. I called her. She wiped her eyes. “Yes, hon’, in a minute.” His room was our son Lockman “Scorsese” Farmer’s space. With his brown skin, and bright eyes, he saw wonderment in anything and lived up to his nickname in showing stories. He had died a year earlier from non-Hodgkin lymphoma. He was fourteen. His mother’s name was Calista. She possessed deep black skin. Blue black. Her flowing hair had been in a bun so long, I almost forgot what it looked like going down her back. Her attire that day consisted of a gray sweater and blue jeans and butter colored boots. She was a major like me in the United States Marine Corps. I was six feet three inches tall with walnut brown skin. I wore a blue sportcoat with a green turtleneck that morning.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Diamond State
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It proved to be the best place in the entire house to survey the bleakness of the landscape. She got it in the divorce, but never hesitated to enter her ex-husband’s study and peer at the goings-on exterior to the house. Besides, it was technically her room now anyway.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Curiouser and Curiouser
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Outside of her townhouse, a murder of crows fluttered. Agala Spence rested her hand in her head and wept. Through the tears, her face nevertheless held a glowing, spotless physique. Her nutmeg colored skin contrasted with the sky blue sheets and the black comforter made impeccably well due to her son’s military training.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
The Free City
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. As she peered out into space, she then got up and headed to the bathroom. She placed her wedding ring in the same place she always had for nine years. Collette Kincaid was twenty-seven-years old and possesed features of a woman warrior or a fashion model. It could have been a mixture of the two. Opulent white high cheekbones and a soft jawline completed the symmetry of her face. She employed herself as a cryptocurrency analyst. Upon washing and toweling off her hands, she slid the wedding ring on her finger. She also donned her purple hijab, a must in every part of the state except Newark. This, though, was Wilmington, Delaware, 2057.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
