Skyler Saunders
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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
Keeping the Ticket. Top Story - September 2024.
With the ticket in my hand, it felt like a diamond album. He had given it to me. Just right there with his medium brown hand into mine. I knew this was his only ticket and that he wouldn’t be able to go to Firefly. Just to grasp the ticket made me remember him forever. This was 2013. The festival would rise and swell with the rhythms and vibrations of the various bands and performers.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Psyche
The Sacred Word
Splashes from footsteps in tiny puddles made slick by the Wilmington, Delaware rain made it impossible to track where the culprits planned to go. They had run in opposite directions. Their sudden moves seemed like shivers from vultures. The instant where they had to find shelter in a basement club permitted them to keep them discreet.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
The Fierce Mind: James Baldwin and his Many Powers
…I’m fond of the incomparable James Baldwin…. ––TROI “STAR” TORAIN For Mr. James Baldwin’s one hundredth birthday celebration today, I wanted to refresh my thoughts on the years of study that I had done through books and documentaries and television interviews. I even saw actor Chris Chalk play Mr. Baldwin in the FX miniseries Feud: Capote vs. The Swans (2024). I read in its brilliant entirety Go Tell it on the Mountain (1953) with the assistance of a YouTube reader. I was enthralled.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Men
Vessel Control Part II. Content Warning.
The light slowly faded on the gray hairs and black skin of Rear Admiral Rodney Carr. He donned a full dinner dress uniform. He walked along the corridors of the ship and saw the rest of the fleet passing by underneath him. He smiled. Captain Melita Vereen looked at him. It was a look of respect, understanding, and truth. She approached him where he sat alone in the spacecraft Diamond Cutter.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Smartystan
Smells of mothballs, disinfectants and insecticides lingered throughout the classroom. Garland Sheltham sat at the front of the class. He raised his hand and answered every question. His father Felton Sheltham, had taught him how to read and do arithmetic since he was four-years-old. He was now stocky and could hold his own with the spitting image of Sheltham. The room consisted of only male students. The girls had been separated and placed in their own learning centers. When he raised his hand to answer yet another question and correctly did so, he got taunts that remained hushed so the instructor couldn’t hear them.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Chapters
Smartystan
The first day on the just over broke (JOB) or rather jolly over business for both Sheltham and Mala brought them good fortune. The way that the structure of the roadways had been set up caused Sheltham to rejoice. He felt a sense that this all coordinated into a great whole. All he had to do was sit in a station and oversee the hundreds of trucks on roads separated from other cars. No more did citizens have to worry about eighteen wheelers barreling down the road at breakneck speeds. The synths all drove the vehicles with precision. Again, all of this was apart from the smart cars synths who drove on residential streets and highways. Sheltham had a boss named Tussler Gorely that smiled too much but seemed genuinely amiable. His skin looked like Sheltham’s. He wasn’t obese but just about there. He had a starched white shirt that looked extremely clean but his belly protruded over his belt buckle, making him seem clean but untidy.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Chapters
Smartystan
The home, at least, looked modest. Drooping roofs and some tiles of the roof remained humble, meek. The entire structure spelled “average” or “regular.” Vergara peered out of his window in his cramped study. All of the details had to be in place to make it seem as if he lived his life as an everyman. That he headed the ACA did not mean anything when it came to showing his support for the people in the organization. Yes, he wore nine hundred dollar shoes and three thousand dollar suits, but he cast off such footwear and apparel to appeal to his constituents.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Chapters
Smartystan
At the offices of Delaseer, the four Founders and the proxy, Winnington, sat around the large oak table. Dr. Strong sat at the head once more. This occasion marked the first time they all had been together in the same room since the break-in and arrest. Tension simmered and there existed a sense of electricity in the room as they looked at each other. Finally, “I’m alright,” Dr. Strong said. That same tension melted away like butter on a hot skillet. There seemed to be a cooling effect, conversely.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
She had been a confidante of Dr. Strong’s. As one of his editors, she fulfilled her daily roles of organizing his sentences and making the necessary changes to make his words sing. Now, she looked on with gray, shabbiness and blank eyes. They had found his intruder.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
When Hector Vergara walked through the Ivory Gates and his SUV rolled over the Streets of Gold, he felt an overwhelming sense of revulsion at the opulence. Knowledge that the whole place of Smartystan was built by labor eased the pangs at least. He stepped out and finally got his chance to meet Dr. Strong. The two men looked each other in the eyes. Their differences in philosophy could have sparked a powder keg of emotions and a heated discussion. This, however, did not happen. They shook hands as gentlemen and headed into the skyscraper.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Monitors displayed images of one burglar going into the house, grabbing a few items, and then darting out right before dispatching Dr. Strong’s synth Monica. The visuals looked amazing. As what usually happens, the crook had been ahead of the police department and had worn clothing that reflected against the thermal and infrared and high definition cameras mounted around the doctor’s home.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
