Skyler Saunders
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The Wine Line. Content Warning.
“Alright, now walk,” the police officer commanded. His steps seemed staggered. However. he stepped in a straight line. “Alright, you passed the test. Just don’t lift the glass too many times, pal.” The cop peeled off on his motorcycle. Denizen Cales re-entered his vehicle. He then had a sip of wine in a soda can.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Beer Garden. Content Warning.
In the garden alone, a man wiped sweat from his brow. Beer bottles sprung up from the ground, condensation dripped from the opening to the body of the bottles. Lorne Clever pruned the smaller pints and gathered all the beer together. He found trouble when he discovered a pistol in his garden.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Bee’s Max. Content Warning.
When the whisky first sat on her desk, she needed to try it out. Four years after establishing her company and another ten years to secure the property rights to a manufacturing plant, Cerene Gless took hold of the bottle and poured herself a glass. She just looked at it. The she poured herself a glass.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Tunnel’s Vision. Content Warning.
“I can show you. It’s a rather elaborate system, yet simple all the same,” Gregory Tunnel said invitingly. In the backyard of his palatial Wilmington, Delaware stood a still. He cranked out thousands of bottles of gin that would be used to sell in premium outlets.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
The Price
“And if you elect me president, I will do all the work for you. You will be able to shop and buy and do the things that are possible to you. You will have every opportunity afforded to you as American citizens,” Xander Veeker extolled. He had blanched skin that looked like he had not been out in the sun.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
The Fight for Life
At six feet nine inches tall, Monroe Culver dwarfed his opponent. This was the third and final debate before the general election. His black skin glistened under the lights and he showed no signs of sweating. His opponent was an anchor baby from Venezuela. Marcos Sandoval’s five foot eight frame remained slight against Culver. But he had spirit.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
I Approve this Message
As he prepared to shoot another commercial for his campaign, Cardwell Dugger kept his mind focused on the various ways he could improve the state. Delaware needed a leader, not a nanny. It needed a governor who could basically have “hands off” policies.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Bipartisan
They thought it could never be done. As the nation eyed the election results, the two candidates walked out and held hands. Stunned, the journalists covering the election dropped their jaws. America and the world made a collective gasp. One man laughed. A woman wept.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Smartystan
Four years later…. Today, the Shelthams watched the news. Intently, they discovered that there could be a new leader of the nation-state of Smartystan. Mala and Sheltham sat with their boys around the television and interacted with the questions and smart functions. They had voted earlier but harbored differences on key issues. For example, they answered questions about the current president, Glenn Goshen. They knew his politics, respected and even liked him. Mala didn’t like his fiscal policy. Sheltham enjoyed the elimination of all regulations and controls under Goshen. Still, they fought.
By Skyler SaundersExclusive • about a year ago
As the Puck
The players huddled around their coach. He was like a flame and they became moths around him. “Now, I know the overhaul has made some nervous, but we’re going to prove that an all-black hockey league with black players, coaches, and owners will survive and thrive,” Coach Pennington said with solemnity.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
