Skyler Saunders
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Smartystan
In the chow line, the people snaked around to get a nutritious and balanced meal. Protein shakes and bars, wraps, all kinds of salads and sandwiches issued forth like edible print outs. In fact, the patrons had to have a sign to show that they worked there and that was it. The food wasn’t free, it was paid for by the Delaseer company to facilitate the influx of immigrants into the country-state.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
When the reports came back, Bellinda knew exactly what to do. Her personal finances had flummoxed her, but the role of chief executive officer of Delaseer never deterred her from being spot on about her abilities. The digital forms all amounted to the money flowing in and the small amount going out. Totally exempt from taxes, she could handle the amount of figures that came across her desk. She didn’t even use synths. It was all brain. She decided to lay out the digital forms and calculate in her head. She even showed her work.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
I Have a Daymare. Content Warning.
Wilmington, Delaware, Summer 1988 His foot crushed another vial. The sound of the cracking glass did not faze him as he walked through this daymare. He picked up his pace and ran away from the walking dead, essentially. Young kids brought dollars into their pockets from the sales. All Dr. Horace Best wanted to do centered on visiting with his father. He looked distinguished like a minister wearing all black. He was forty-three-years-old. With the degrees to his name, one in oncology the other in psychology, he earned a doctorate in both studies. Hands reached out to him and attempted to grasp his black skin. He kept marching on to his childhood home. Once he reached his destination, the smell of crack smoke hung in the broad daylight. It smelled like the mixture of chemicals and burning plastic of the famous Delaware companies that pumped out plastic products.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
Smartystan
Each of the men in the halfway house remembered why they had trekked sometimes arduous journeys to get to this place. Fenton Sheltham never lost sight of his dream. He crafted it into the most meaningful of things he could possibly imagine. He and his three sons all found simple pleasures and delightful comforts despite the relatively confining space in which they found themselves.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Black and white keys danced under the fingertips of Vestin Go. By gliding up and down the board, he created a sonata. It was simple. One of Phyllis Deaver’s most played works, it filled the space of his living room with booming, melodious noised. The sun had not yet risen and he had already exercised, showered, and threw on his classic white tee and black jeans. Then, he stopped. He looked at his phone. More millions poured into his account. He smirked. With this amount of money, he would be able to purchase even more workspace for his employees to continue on their journey to financial liberty.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
“Mammy!” Someone lobbed an insult at Dr. Frampton’s direction like a grenade, but it did not explode. “Uncle Tom!” aimed at Dr. Strong, ricocheted just above his head. They kept walking. They kept moving through the crowd of paparazzi and citizens who wished to see the two of them walking out of the skyscraper.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
With all the candidates, the four founders seemed to be most impressed with one in particular. Wesley Winnington stood at about six foot two inches and possessed green-brown eyes. His skin was as white as dental floss. He had earned a master’s degree in political science at the age of sixteen. His days swimming for the college team proved to be most fruitful as he won six championships. Dr. Strong looked him directly in the eye.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
On the Internet, clips from the Average Capabilities Association (ACA) accumulated millions of views. The patrons that had been present at the gathering all rejoiced. All but Vergara. He felt like he had delivered a fine statement and that it was almost too good. It was like he could rip out his vocal chords and throw them on the deck. When he found time he asked for the official footage to be taken down, despite the multitude of viewers who had already witnessed it. They just couldn’t rip from the file anymore.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
In the process of signing books, Dr. Strong felt a sense that he had connected with these people. His audience ranged from sixteen-year-old high school students to seasoned university professors like himself. He counted on the book sales, of course, but he enjoyed connecting with the people behind the pages and listening to audio files.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
