Skyler Saunders
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Their Own Selfish Lives
At an outpost in Dover, Delaware on the Dover Air Force Base, two female officers of the United States Marine Corps met one morning in April. She entered with swift movements. She stood at attention in front of her boss, Major General Magdalene McCorkell.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Serve
W as in Whiskey
The barracks room sparkled. Every piece of furniture that could shine gleamed. Lance Corporal Hinton Knoll, aged 22, and Private First Class Corbin Volta, aged 21, looked back at their labor like a cooper observes a well-made barrel. They walked out of their room, but neglected to conceal two bottles of Tennessee whiskey.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Serve
The World of Honor and Pride
“I don’t approve of female Marines,” Captain Boller said at the Newark, Delaware Marine Officer Selection Office. His thick arms nearly burst of out of his blue dress “D” uniform that day in June. A bulldog named Pappy circled the desk and chair where the Boller sat. Tymeeka Timmons leaned back in her chair.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Viva
Big Chicken Dinner
In shackles and a brown jumpsuit, Davidson Post stood before the Judge Advocate General (JAG), Air Force Colonel Nathan Speight. Post looked disheveled and disoriented. It was if his face began to melt to the floor he was so slack jawed. He leaned slightly to the right.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Serve
We'll Play Games
A simple microphone and monitors represented the low-budget, but high quality feel of the podcast. Kilmer Tunn’s voice serenaded the corners of the internet with his show, “Tunn’s of Fun.” His face was chestnut brown. A game show, the broadcast lasted for only one episode at a time and then vanished into the electronic ether after that initial airing. He picked up today’s epistemology and ethics and aesthetics while leaving out current politics which he found to be toxic. Tunn organized with a network of other podcasters who dreamed up a direct plan. They met at his studio.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Geeks
Butter Bar
Davidson Post, second lieutenant in the United States Marine Corps just received his uniforms from the dry cleaners. Immaculate and starched to perfection, the garments remained gems. He laid out the officer's Blue Dress "A" uniform on his rack. He took a look at the single gold bars in a bag that sat beside the uniform. He wrestled with the thought, “What if?” What if he just jumped up about nine ranks and donned the silver stars, four of them to be exact. Then he could command respect. He encountered enlisted staff non-commissioned officers (SNCOs) who, based on their billets, could reprimand him and call him a "butter bar" behind his back. Sure, they saluted him, but that was only out of customs and courtesies. If they had the choice, they would breeze by without rendering the sign of admiration and solemnity. He wanted to change all of that.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Serve
They're All Here
Stainless steel surrounded most of the room. In fact, the table and two chairs shared the same substance. The only things that weren't steel were the missing ceiling and the floor which shined with wood polish. A desk lamp and tablet resided on the table. Save for the lamp, darkness shrouded the place. A door opened and a woman named Donna Beck aged thirty-five-years-old sat down at the table. She engaged with the tablet. A few minutes passed and the door opened again. This time, it was a one hundred and two-year-old man named Horace Maddox who used a cane as he walked, slightly hunched over and with slow and steady paces. He sat down at the other chair.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
Embrace, Cherish, and Love
Digital photographs and videos sprang up from the mobile device. In three dimensional, full color display, the names and ages of the young children in West Virginia appeared. It was like a panoply of joy and youth sprung up from the cell phone. The children didn’t look downtrodden or sad or impoverished despite the conditions that showed in other pictures of Appalachia. Acorn colored Redmond Stratton furrowed his brow. He and his white wife Glenda singled out a boy with cerulean eyes and a little girl with flaxen blonde hair.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Families
A Dollar a Year
Green bills unfolded and folded in is hands. Jertavious Dawe spoke under his breath each count of the money. The dollars in ones and fives mostly, turned over like water off of a mill. The circulative motion of the greenbacks enticed the young man of only eight years. His brother came into the house and saw Jertavious alone and almost in trancelike mode in his Newark, Delaware home.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Humans
Who Gets the Spaceships?
Barton Scholes, a black man, sullen and beat from the divorce agreement, sits on his patio overlooking the Atlantic Ocean in Bethany Beach, Delaware. Worth north of 250 billion dollars, this man had been a paragon of good business sense. The owner of multinational technology internet giant Encontrar, the Delaware Times, and a manufacturing and spaceflight company Superspace, among other properties, the man commanded a sizable piece of the market. His wife stood adjacent to him vaping an e-cigarette.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Humans
The Power of Their Minds
Night fell on the Balm Hospital in Wilmington, Delaware. Three black men in their mid-30s, Dr. Matt Kingsbury, Dr. Derrick Tining, and Dr. Wendell Saxby, all confronted a gang once they walked outside of the hospital. The gang, called the Hot Lead, consisted of three black boys Kriss, Bundy, and Tops. They never brandished a weapon, but did indicate that they possessed firearms.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
