Skyler Saunders
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Smartystan
In his study, Dr. Strong wrote. Like droplets of words pouring out of his brain, he made letters, sentences, paragraphs, and chapters sing. Each word he tuned finely because he spoke them aloud. The music of the words always intrigued him and pushed him to go further. He possessed a mastiff named Chimney for its reddish color. He petted her and allowed her to relax on the large floor rug in the center of the room.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
With all of the invitations and meetings and engagements that Dr. Frampton encountered, and allowed her synths to go in her stead to places outside of Smartystan. She knew that there would be occasions where her human, present self had to attend, but she paid this little mind. Her main focus remained on keeping the republic and admitting as many people as possible who could be honorable and capable at once.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Only the Females Sting
For Shirley Jackson During the first day of summer and the longest day of the year on June 21, 1974 at Newark High School in Newark, Delaware, the four students found each other on the grounds of the school that remained vacant otherwise. All black graduates, aged eighteen, they had completed the exercises for graduation exactly ten days ago on the football field.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan. Top Story - June 2024.
Flags flew freely in the summer breeze. They consisted of a gray and white human brain against a black background. Scales of gold sat just overtop the image of the organ. The sun rose at just the zenith and shared its light and warmth with the attendees to one of the country-states’ greatest accomplishments: the graduation of two women who had been in a halfway house and found their passions for art design and communications. Mala and Sheltham looked on with sunglasses and cheered the graduates. With the knowledge they had months to go before being up on that stage, they looked at each other and grinned. After the ceremony, they walked into a pizza restaurant that fit their budgets.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Another three hundred and sixty four people crossed into the border of Smartystan. What didn’t bother Hector Vergara was the fact that they had escaped from states that were oppressive. He became agitated over the fact the ACA couldn’t help them to better understand that they would have given them refuge. Vergara looked down at his tablet and cursed. “We’re bleeding,” he said under his voice.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
The Book of Many Clans
NEWARK, DELAWARE FIRST DAY OF SUMMER, TUESDAY, JUNE 21, 1994 So it came to pass that the elders in the community could convene over cigarettes and beer. The cool wind of the new season despite the high temperature made the outing all the more enjoyable. Laughs rose to the heavens. Dogs scampered about. Games of spades broke out on various card tables. The children ran and shouted and acted as if lightning ran in their blood. When everything grew silent, the eldest of the various families walked out of the house. Men set down their beers and women squashed their cigarettes. The children paused their playing. Mother Mattie and Daddy Brougham marched like they were in formation. She looked spry for her ninety years and still had all her faculties. Her hands felt as soft as the soap she used to cleanse them. Daddy Brougham, 92, had worked at the auto plant for thirty-three years. His hands were hard and almost cracked but still resilient and vigorous. In their hands, thick scrolls of documents held the power of the different lines that had grown up around Newark and before.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
Smartystan
Learned machines dotted the landscape. They walked and crawled with a ferocity and intent that could only be found in non-humans. There seemed to be a level of excitement that Belinda always enjoyed. She looked at them with a sense of not just wonder but rapacity. Greedily, she wanted them to work and work smart.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
It's June the Nineteenth
It’s June the nineteenth. Who cares? Who should care? Every American who values and holds onto the truths that are self-evident should at least care. Even if no one celebrates through barbecues and reading stories of old, it must be said that this date is insufficient to people like the late Mae Louise Miller (neé Wall). Yes, we can say hooray for the fact that the Union officers at Galveston Texas greeted the slaves and told them about their emancipation. We must, however, be able to recognize Miss Miller and others who survived peonage, or work for little or no pay and off the books, well into the twenty-first century.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in The Swamp
