Skyler Saunders
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Fiery
Alarms sounded. Heat enveloped the burning house. Windows burst as flames and smoke raged. The winter wind howled. Skica Monet went into her nineteen-year-old daughter Alene’s room who sprawled out on the floor. The mother coughed and crouched low to see if her daughter was still breathing. She looked for a pulse. Nothing. She breathed air into her lungs. Chest compressions followed. Still, nothing.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Businesswoman Chapter 5
A car’s dead battery caused it to ease to a slow stop on a stretch of highway in Newark, Delaware. Octavius Stillwell looked at his console computer. The battery had perished a death worth blogging about in the late evening. He called a ride share.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Chapters
Colossus of Thought
I’m one hundred feet tall. This idea allows me to jot the world. In 2025, I will continue to make giant steps towards my goal of financial independence. With my head in the clouds, I’ve grown an extra fifty feet. The sweet, succulent taste creating stories burrows in my soul and allows me to be as effective and clear as possible.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Motivation
Paid for Content
When the last syllable of the last word of the last sentence of the last paragraph had been written, Lemarco Nettleton smiled. At six foot four inches he was often mistaken for a basketball player, though he never picked up a ball. His oval face could be recognized combined with his designer frames and lenses. He had light brown locks and wheat colored eyes. His skin looked like cacao.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Businesswoman Chapter 3. Top Story - January 2025.
When one of the hard hats had finally been distributed, Loreen knew she had to affix it right in consideration of her hair. She knew both safety and vanity. Two other women and three men walked behind her at the construction site.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Smartystan
At the Fossil Fuels Summit in Dover, Delaware, Bellinda looked around and kept going with her high heels and three-thousand-dollar suit. It featured grey and red with flecks of blue that wrapped around her body as if frozen. She, however, moved. Her hand reached out to shake that of CEO of Delaware Oil Company, Sigmund Colben.
By Skyler SaundersExclusive • about a year ago
