Skyler Saunders
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Living Art
Talon Burris just finished his work. Like a wind sweeping through a musty hall, he felt that his piece would stand as a new standard for artistry. It featured what he maintained was a gargoyle, but it remained difficult to even determine this much. Green and grey smears looked like smoke had been applied to the canvas. No sense of light or harmony existed within the image. Burris smiled. He felt in his mind that that this was his greatest work. He had to tell his fellow artist and friend, Gimble Seddon. He popped up on his mobile device.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Horror
Inclined
He looked at the big board again. Millions of faces of mostly men with grimaces, some oddly smirking, flashed across the digital display. Bert Jaunt looked over to his associate Kanika Haverford. Only the two of them oversaw the large database center, owned by the private company DataFind in Dover, Delaware. The building remained vast, but this particular section saw only about 10 employees control the stations. The remaining eight controlled similar posts.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
Representatives of Joy
Confetti and smiles appeared. In the Newark, Delaware convenience store where 72-year-old Myleesha Bunting had purchased the winning ticket. Swarms of news cameras and spectators descended upon her. Video and photos captured the moment where Myleesha won over $800 million dollars, before taxes. Television reporter, Donnette Sands asked her what was she going to do with the money.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Humans
The Egoism Pledge
The stylus moved. It moved like a staff striking into fertile soil. Only the soil was a digital tablet and the staff opened the gates for signees. Thirty-eight-year-old billionaire Elgier Ossett looked at his twenty-something wife and they smiled. Warm. Just like this document that he had devised for the sole purpose of helping to eliminate poverty the world over by encouraging building businesses. It was crowdfunding on a major scale. It was...special. As a result of him being so supportive to so many people, Ossett didn’t hesitate to inform all of his billionaire friends and family to donate to the mission he dubbed the Egoism Pledge.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Humans
I Want to Be a Slave
Pieces of cloth drifted to the floor like ash from a volcano. Neema Hudgins, in the basement to her family's modest three-story Wilmington, Delaware home, clipped and clipped until patches shown on the worn white dress. She had pressed the dress in muddy water overnight and dried it on the line overnight. Shabby and dingy, she slipped the piece of fabric over her body. She peered at herself in the mirror. What reflected back was an 18-year-old woman who had had enough. She ventured up the stairs. Her ascension in physical form deviated from the low grade that she had leveled herself. The first person to see her that morning was her brother Greer, age 16.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in The Swamp
The Delatector
Professors Connor Mettle, Milo Kiln, and Donnell Wayson, or the New Sweden Kids of the New Sweden University in Wilmington, Delaware, had been called. Again. This time they had been tasked to address the number of criminals rushing from New York and New Jersey to drive into the state of Delaware. They arrived at the Delaware Memorial Bridge where a checkpoint had been instituted. Wayson tied his tie in the mirror.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
I Can Americanize You
They hardly knew a lick of English. They could comprehend dribs and drabs here and there, but could by no means speak it fluently. But they worked. They had just finished receiving Delaware’s first non-government-backed business license for restaurants. As the family rejoiced at this achievement, they still had trouble with assimilating into the American culture. That all changed when cacao-colored Shanae Tyner walked through the doors of the well-kept restaurant.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
Project D.U.C.K.
Against the swirls of water, the bottles, crates, tires and straws all gathered together in a soup of the final stage of the productive process. Fish chomped on shoestrings. Birds gobbled up plastic bags like they were carrion. Something had to be done. Gertrude Octavio surveyed the area and held back tears. She and her photographer, Lorenzo Jerkins, had covered this part of the Christina River in Wilmington, Delaware for the past fifteen years documenting the various changes to the habitat.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
Garden of the Guardians
There’s much to say about the Garden of the Guardians. Firstly, it was named that to recognize the recent men and women who, through private means, founded the United States of America. Then, sculptor Talbot Cardigan realized that he should expand the exhibit to include those people from various centuries who built up an entire country. Cardigan himself would take the time to show the tourists around the various pieces. A group of the curious followed Cardigan through the labyrinth that misty Monday in Wilmington, Delaware.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
