Skyler Saunders
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Smartystan. Content Warning.
Bottles of top shelf alcohol stood like sentries guarding the bar. Hayden Beckman and Dr. Covey Strong once again settled into the room. Beckman sat in a cozy leather chair. Dr. Strong poured them both a drink that differed from previous potent potables.
By Skyler SaundersExclusive • about a year ago
Gunned Down TikTok Star Receives Justice
Swavy didn’t deserve to die. Real name, Quinton Dorsey, just looked for a come up by dancing and selling his brand of clothing on TikTok. What’s the harm in that? He was killed by association by a gang called NorthPak in Wilmington, Delaware. The assailant, Israel Lecompte, 21, was sentenced to two life sentences for another murder as well in 2021.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Criminal
Reason First: Start Snitching for Honor's Sake. Content Warning.
When cold cases begin to thaw, it is up to the prosecutors that will adjudicate whether the parties involved have committed a crime. In Wilmington, Delaware, the late 19-year-old Raijon Dinkins may have some justice put on his name. With his death being five years old stemming from a November 25 double shooting, detectives finally found their men by superb police work. Two men, 21-year-old Akeem Henry and 19-year-old Rahmere Black found themselves with the cold steel bracelets of justice wrapped around their wrists in relation to Dinkins’ homicide.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Criminal
Smartystan. Content Warning.
Doctor Keija Frampton and Belinda Gummer sat down for lunch at the Mercier Hotel. They each ordered salads and pushed little tomatoes around on their plates. The glow of the place gave them a sense that they could keep going with their meals and still feel the ambience of the setting. They laughed and smiled here, they looked at each other with straight faces there. They were like two school friends linking up from days past and enjoying the other’s company. Even when they disagreed.
By Skyler SaundersExclusive • about a year ago
Smartystan. Content Warning.
Click-clack sounds emitted from the typewriter. Hector Vergara rolled the piece of paper into place. Up to this point, he had been an ableist acting as someone with a disability. Now, he had within him the sense that he could almost fully handicap his opposition in order to achieve some kind of uniformity. He listened. The sound became almost deafening. It was like constant kettle drum percussion. Tap, tap, tap. He felt the words pouring from him. His memoir had to be either typed on a manual typewriter or spoken into via a microphone and a computer. WIth his choice of the former, he was like a yellow stop sign. He had the hexagonal shape and the Highway Gothic letters but lacked the most important aspect: the color red. Fully able to do virtually any task, he demanded of himself to be weighed down by the burden of not being completely sufficient in any endeavor.
By Skyler SaundersExclusive • about a year ago
A Human. Top Story - September 2024.
From the perspective of a straight man like myself, I took in the prowess and power of Jeffrey Wright’s Tony-Award winning performance as Belize in the groundbreaking play by Tony Kushner, Angels in America. I didn’t actually see the play but I noticed the bravura of Wright’s performance adapted to the small screen when the production appeared on HBO in 2003 as a miniseries. The captivating way he uses Mr. Kushner’s words allowed me to reconsider everything I knew about the LGBTQ+ community. He did one thing: make everyone human.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Pride
Smartystan. Content Warning.
Trucks moved over the highways separate from the other cars. Sheltham’s keen eye rested on the various gauges and switches and by using his Tempchip. It was like the brain chip, but could only be used for specified purposes instead of a permanent part of him. He could direct the vehicles like herds of horses channeling through this space. With the look of how he took on this role never changing, he completed his last amount of lane changes before he went on his break. He signed out and handed the chip to the next man.
By Skyler SaundersExclusive • about a year ago
Smartystan. Content Warning.
Drops of light drizzle fell on Hayden Beckman. He sloshed through the slightly wet streets, trying to beat his previous time. With every step, it produced a tiny spritz of vapor from his sneakers. He rounded a corner and then kept trekking at his steady pace. He glanced at his brain chip visor in his eye contact. It read “one hour, seventeen minutes.” He looked up and saw a car abruptly stop right in front of him. Jolted, he paused and raised a hand to the blinding sheen of the headlights.
By Skyler SaundersExclusive • about a year ago
He Took it All Back. Top Story - September 2024.
When he walked across the lawn, thirty-two-year-old Nixon Carruthers knew the lights along the path led home. His darkness and tallness set him apart from most other financial professionals in his arena. High cheekbones and a Nubian nose painted a portrait of a man who looked keen on showing a different face from the crowd. He called Delaware his home because he had lived in the state all his life. After going to New Sweden University in Wilmington, there would be a stay in New York City. No, it was Wyoming. He knew better than to go to the big city and establish roots as a private equity trader. It was in the West that he made his fortune. He had earned tens of millions of dollars in the span of just two years. As he ambled up the walkway, he thought about his days of flyfishing and learning Jiu Jitsu.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Smartystan. Content Warning.
When they weren’t taking heroin, responsibly, conditionally, and with prudence, Go and Chanda took the pill form of marijuana called THinC1. The formula had been perfected in a lab before the ideas for Smartystan had even been concocted. It didn’t require a prescription but still seemed like a drug that a doctor would administer. Chanda felt the effects of euphoria, painlessness, and even wonder. Go always experienced a bit of levity. They looked at each other intently for a few moments and then rolled back on their large bed and laughed. It wasn’t a hollow chuckle. It was an easy, gracious laugh. They thanked the professor who had championed this wonder drug that didn’t need to be baked, gummied, and of course, smoked.
By Skyler SaundersExclusive • about a year ago
Marcy Me
You may have seen a famous picture of me. On America’s darkest day, I just wanted to lend my legal expertise to my bank on the 81st floor of the North Tower of the World Trade Center. In the photograph, I am covered in ash and dust in my business formal suit. They called me the “Dust Lady.” Rightfully so. My face looked like it had seen a battlefield of corpses. Barely some pieces of my brown skin could be viewed through the white particles that look yellow in some copies, covering the entire area and me. All I knew was that some boom had occurred over a dozen floors above my head and that a horrendous cloud of dust from the South Tower collapse blanketed me with debris.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Psyche
Anti-reason
In my world, reason disintegrates. I walk the streets and question the very notion of rationality. I started my journey after reading Critique of Pure Reason. My arch enemy is Ego. I must eliminate him. He stands for justice and selfishness. I despise him. He is like a shard of glass that slices into my mind. My powers exist in corrupting thought and displaying how life does not matter and that you are actually dead because you’re alive.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
