Skyler Saunders
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End of the Line for a Weakling President
In the endpoint of a life, it always comes down to what a person did. What atoms did she smash? What novel can be seen as his magnum opus? It is all about the actions. It is all about what the person did during their time dancing or remaining in stasis in the universe.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in The Swamp
Collegial Air
Vina Canner walked the streets of Newark, Delaware with a collegial air. She just ought to do so. She remained professor emeritus at seventy years old. Energy carried her aloft despite her ailing leg and the fact she still battled with asthma. A strange thing happened, when she looked up at people, they averted their gaze.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
The Eastern Seaboard of America
Cell walls locked shut with an audible, heavy clang. That’s when they walked through the bars of different prisons in Delaware and exited right out of them on New Year’s Eve. They consisted of private equity owners, hedge fund managers, and other captains of industry.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Spray the Day Away
In the Wilmington, Delaware gallery hung the simple work. It showed a calendar with the date December 25 in large, bold, black Helvetica typeface and a huge red X that sliced through it. Spray paint dripped. The artist, Camille Dott, had been bombing walls and tagging bridges until she figured she could one day be featured in an art gallery.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
‘The Six Triple Eight’ Shines as a Riveting Docudrama
Grade: A+ With the advent of advanced mobile devices, it would seem archaic to display a film about snail mail from warriors in the Second World War. Tyler Perry, however, brushes off those notions and directs a picture which should land him an Academy Award nomination for Best Director. I’m serious. And Kerry Washington must win the Academy Award for Best Actress in a Leading Role. She exhibits being fierce, sensitive, brainy, and understanding. These are the kinds of heroes to be celebrated instead of those with capes, wings and utility belts on the big screen.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Geeks
Phantom Hands
Water dripped from the faucet. It dispensed as if in a rush and then, like transparent globules of crystal, it cascaded down the sink. Foamy white strands of soap then gathered behind it. Whiteness coated the marble sink. Arker Strait rinsed and found a towel. Then, his hands disappeared.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Chick or Child?
A little blue strip on the home pregnancy test indicated that Gisele Claughton would not be with child. Her black diamond skin seemed to glisten with perspiration. Her locks looked like strands of DNA. With the idea of allowing her body to be taut and limber from years as a ballerina and gymnast, she wondered what it would be like to have a bulbous belly. She slumped against the sink in her bathroom. The heated floors kept her backside warm on this December day. With her head towards the ceiling, a single tear fell from her eye. By brushing it away, she cast off any sense of not trying and to keep on until she could have a baby.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Chapters
Water Cooler. Content Warning.
CEO Cindy Calloway clutched the pistol. She kept a .380 under her desk in her Wilmington, Delaware corner office. When she heard a scream, she moved with swiftness from her crouched position to a bear crawl to the door. On the opposite side, lifeless bodied littered the space against chairs and desks along the floor.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Delaware’s Dead. Content Warning.
Placemats featured the holly and Christmas berries. Orange zest wafted through the air. It underscored the scent of honey baked ham and turkey. A ziti also baked for Kalila. She had perished in a shooting in Wilmington, Delaware as an unintended bystander. Now, she sat at her place at the table. Her cousin, a fentanyl dealer, had been gunned down months after her. He dined on ziti as well.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
