Schedules
An entrepreneur looks to make his signature.
At twelve, Reyton Onfree was the youngest and only black billionaire living in Wilmington, Delaware. He had hooked up school systems starting in the First State and then expanded across the country and then the world. He walked to the startup executives and shook their hands.
“We love what you’ve already done. If you sign, you’ll be two hundred billion dollars richer in four years.
Reyton Onfree looked up and said. “This is the time where I sign.”
“That’s right. You have every right to be the one and only leader of how to set up schedules for schools.”
“Excellent.”
About the Creator
Skyler Saunders
I will be publishing a story every Tuesday. Make sure you read the exclusive content each week to further understand the stories.
In order to read these exclusive stories, become a paid subscriber of mine today! Thanks….
S.S.
Keep reading
More stories from Skyler Saunders and writers in Fiction and other communities.
Smartystan
Breath issued from Angelica’s mouth. The weight of the baby put her into her chair. Her curves managed to say she had not been with child the whole time. There seemed to be a fantastic ideal swimming somewhere in her mind about the hazards of caring for two. She grabbed a magazine and fanned herself, knowing that she expended more energy in that effort sitting still and letting the air conditioning do the job. No, she told herself, without struggle there is no triumph. She switched on the television set. The picture looked as people had been replaced by blue aliens and she just watched her soap opera, void of extraterrestrials for this time.
By Skyler SaundersExclusive • about 6 hours ago
The Guardian Chapter 4 Learning the Truth
It had been five years since Alexander and Leo had their encounter with the Cthulhu and thirteen years since the Beast Masters and their living dead army, known as Jikininki, killed his parents and decimated his hometown of Tranquility. Since Draco the Dragon had rescued him from a pack of hungry Dire wolves and brought him to the Citadel to live, he had grown from a five-year-old child to an eighteen-year-old on the verge of adulthood. He had studied hard and mastered every challenge Actus and the other elders had presented. Now, he was through with all the double talk, the evasive tactics, the “You’ll be told when you're older
By Mark Gagnonabout 21 hours ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.