Skyler Saunders
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Drillmington: Launch
“What have we got?” TSL asked Julisia. We have new viewers to our page but they’re all commenting on the fact that your sidecpiece was calling during the show. No one is saying it was the rat phone,” Julisia reassured. She looked at her watch.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
Drillmington: Grenade Pen
In the light snow, the crowd still lined up around the corner. The audience inside felt the thump of the bass to the opening act Grenade Pen. But people didn’t even realize they were opening for TSL. Excitement built up in the crowd nevertheless.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
The Fish Song. Top Story - April 2024.
The room didn’t smell like disinfectants. Its fragrance seemed light and not overbearing. A soft mixture of lavender and mint permeated the space. No beeping machines or any tubes hooked up to four-year-old Kaleeka. Her cacao skin seemed to glow from the light over her head. The family, save for one and the doctors and nurses exited the room like a trail of saints showing their last vestiges of regard.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
Heat Ray
Iraq, 2034 Coolness on their backs mocked the two Marine officers. They both were strapped loosely to metal racks that felt chilly despite the air that felt like breath everywhere else. The heat from the device known as the Active Denial System (ADS) felt like their black feet had been dipped in lava. ADS had been converted into a handheld means of delivering what has been said to feel like being grilled in a hot cooking pan. Their uniforms remained crumpled in the corner with their rank insignia stripped from them. The pain remained intense but left no marks or permanent damage to their skin. No internal ferocity resulted from the direction that the ISIS insurgents used against them. Lieutenant Dexter Foster’s face appeared as if it would shred to ribbons. Captain Ballard “Ballin’” Houseman felt the powerful heat next. He grimaced. The insurgent ceased his attempt at torture. Laughter bubbled up in the Marines’ throats when the experience ended. The insurgents ran away not knowing that the ADS had no lasting effect on them. The laughs sounded whole, clear, true. They looked at their shoddy restraints. Eyes became means of directions to show the way to break free from their captives.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
Synths. Content Warning.
She just finished a scene and pocketed $40,000 in the process. Akina shut off her camera and powered down her notebook. She turned down the lights save for one. She dressed. The amount of money that she made put a grin on her face. She looked at her watch. The time had come for her to see him. She put on her motorcycle and swerved safely in and out of traffic. The danger, she felt, was on the screen, not on the street. Once she reached his high rise apartment, he opened the door and breathed.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
Drillmington: That Kind of Deal. Content Warning.
She looked outside the window and hummed. Birds sang their sweet song as she rubbed. She cooed, too. TSL snored. She rubbed. Her body shook like she had the chills. Then, she relaxed. A yawn rose up in her throat. She sighed. She sprang from the bed completely naked and showered.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
