Skyler Saunders
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Smartystan
Dr. Frampton peered down at her watch. She timed the opening of Smartystan precisely. The gleam from the pearly gates and streets of gold; the mansions all seemed to mean so much more because architects and engineers had to use exact measurements to craft such a majestic world. Belinda walked in with Dr. Frampton, Dr. Strong, and Go trailed them at the main gate. As an entrance, it didn’t feel too imposing, and definitely not intimidating.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
The men and women of average ability only looked on with blank stares as if skeleton heads held eyes but no other organs or signs of life. What they did do, however, was organize chapters, sectors, and guilds. To keep them out of the nation within a nation, all the CS had to do was deliver them aptitude tests. They never passed. When some of them fought, got bloody-minded, and studied and still didn’t achieve a satisfactory score, they looked at themselves and challenged the Board of Information Systematic Testing (BIST) to review their virtues. This wasn’t the most tangible of things to ascertain.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Screens illuminated with the number of potential inhabitants. Dr. Covey Strong peered at the data with an intent that bordered on obsession. His skin looked like acorns and his sartorial essence showed with his blue pinstriped suit with a gray paisley tie and cowboy boots. His sixty years on this Earth proved to suit him well as he looked like he had just crossed the forty-year-old mark. As an economist, he wielded power with numbers.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
As the late spring day called for cookouts, the way that Dr. Frampton enjoyed her time away from her desk or the factory floor sipping wine and lighting a cigar. She knew this usually called for a man to do this, but she felt secure in her femininity. At the same time, she still brought home her assignments and agenda.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
The Curtain Always Falls
As Vancelia walked through her dream, she sat down in the front seat of the auditorium. The theater provided a space for the actors to display their talents. Everything was all bluster and rage and high comedy for twenty-two-year-old Vancelia. No one else sat in the theater and the house lights were up during the entire performance.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
Smartystan
All of the reports and finances had been accounted for…she thought. Belinda made herself haggard by looking for all of the digital forms that constituted her tax return for the year. She knew that she didn’t have to pay them. She knew that it was not a necessity, punishable by law with threats to garnish wages, fine, and even throw her in jail. Despite all that, she actually enjoyed paying her taxes. The thrill of knowing that warriors, cops, and judges supported and defended and settled for her was enough for her to pay millions of dollars to the government.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
As Black as White. Content Warning.
In Sussex County, Delaware, the dream visited him again. Demarcus Kenyon's ancestors sang songs of a freer realm on his mobile device, but they didn’t appear to sing them in such a place when he fell asleep. Deep black skin and starch white skin had reversed all history books in the United States. He witnessed whites, not just as indentured servants but actual slaves.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
Author of Visions. Content Warning.
Redness made up the river Seine. On the waves read the name in bright white Impact typeface, PARIS. A woman talked on the phone, walking along the water. She spoke with hushed tones all the while. Her face could be cupped and held with tenderness.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
Smartystan
President Goshen flicked a stylus. He did so with such a controlled rhythm that it seemed like he practiced paradiddles. He didn’t seem nervous but focused. With each tap-tap-tap of the electronic pen, he became more and more engrossed in the inner workings of his campaign.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
His books on the inequality of individuals living in the United States illuminated screens. Dr. Strong’s spectacular sales gave him enough financial freedom to continue to live alone in his glass castle. The shape of it reminded anyone of a stack of boxes arranged with such precision and care that you had to ask why the architect didn’t just fall in love with the building and claim it as her own.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
