Skyler Saunders
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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
To Share a Day
Marcus Anton didn’t celebrate his birthday. And it’s not what you think. There was no calamitous event that did it. He felt no ill will towards others who celebrate their birthday. Except, his just happened to be on Christmas Day. Yes, the day with the least birthdays anywhere in the world.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Where the Books Went
On the phone, he breathed in sharply. “So you got rid of my books?” Sylvester Strand asked, concern rising in his voice. “You were in a psych ward. You should be glad I brought your car and other belongings to Delaware. It’s six hours from Massachusetts on a good day,” Mino Vaseo replied.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
‘Yellowstone’ Packs Punches in Season Finale. Content Warning.
Grade: B- Beth is still the boss. Rip is the bossman and Travis does his own thing with the 6666 crew. This episode shows that she calculated just how to dispatch her “brother” Jamie and takes a beating on purpose to show that she has been injured while trying to just talk things out with him.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Geeks
Body Graffiti
A green patch over a red coat tucked into brown corduroys and rain boots scooted across the street. Light snow drifted down like soft sifting of powdered sugar for a confection. The bell pealed when he shut the door. The owner brushed by the young man.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Birds by the Day
What winged things they were. Some took flight, others not. All of them Helena cherished in the highest. The warm feeling of knowing the fowl of air, land, and sea stirred up in her spirit the truth about gift-giving. This all took place in Wilmington, Delaware.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
The Friday the 13th Before Christmas
“…And I’m telling you, it’s not a Christmas movie,” Adario announced. “It takes place around the holi—” Samantha started. “Let me stop you right there. Not sufficient enough. Plenty of things occur during the holidays. Doesn’t make them ‘Christmasy,’” Adario pointed out.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Wrapper Wanted
Materials like scissors, clear tape, a box and of course wrapping paper laid out like an assortment of tools fit for a letter bomber. That’s how he felt, anyway. Forty-year-old husband and father Ferg Whitmore had just bought gift bags in the past. Now, he looked at this as a challenge.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
A Gumshoe Kind of Christmas. Top Story - December 2024. Content Warning.
Mist from my vaporizer mixed with the steam coming from the Wilmington, Delaware streets. In my gumshoes, I walked stealthily. I saw him cross the street. He wore civilian attire, but I knew it had to be him by his gait. No sleigh, no clinging bells, no reindeer; the whole sense of his identity had been stripped away like gift wrap.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Smartystan. Content Warning.
The gleaming tower looked like a stainless steel knife projecting from the ground, the edge of the blade cutting into the clouds. A slight breeze rustled the leaves that gathered at the bottom of the blade handle. It seemed like the perfect place for a meeting at the top floor of the Presidential Skyscraper.
By Skyler SaundersExclusive • about a year ago
Horse Tracks
Christmastime enveloped Newark, Delaware. It was 1967. Gift giving started a week ahead of the actual holiday. Horace “Horse” Summervale focused on not slipping on the ice. He just knew that he had a new pair of winter boots that would warm his feet and keep him upright. Though the presents had been delivered, they would not be opened until December 25.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
