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QR Code Murders: Publishing Platform. Content Warning.
With the fire stamped out, the three of them vacated the apartment. “Where are we going?” asked Tamil. Yawquisha already knew. Kim was taking them to the station to be safe and sound from the rioters. They wanted to deface the department, but knew they wouldn’t have the manpower to resist riot gear and more tear gas.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
QR Code Murders: Fresh Cup. Content Warning.
Outside, a bleak cloud of tear gas fell over the streets. The powerful stench did not seep through the department doors. Yawkisha sat next to the window. She continued to shoot. A black bandana obscured her face as she went live.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
QR Code Murders: The Citizenry. Content Warning.
Wilmington exploded. The verdict passed down cleared the officers of all charges. All stripes of people and genders put boots and sneakers on the pavement in total protest of the outcome. Yawquisha’s numbers continued to skyrocket.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
QR Codes: From a Place of Sincerity. Content Warning.
“Why’d you resign your commission?” Yawquisha asked. “I wanted to make the ton of money you’re making,” Kim said dryly. “No, I had noticed that things at home were getting worse, and that’s before all this QR mess, I just said I could serve my state more than I was shuffling papers in the Marines.”
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
QR Code Murders: Specters. Content Warning.
The headlights looked like a smear of yellows and whites along the highway. The duo didn’t talk about Tyquise. Both of them were focused on the road. Then Yawquisha pulled out her camera and reviewed the footage she had captured the previous week.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
QR Code Murders: Faces. Content Warning.
He was lanky but built at the same time. His skin color was ecru but he had cornrows that gave way to wavy hair that stretched to his back. He ensured that he would be prostrated. His easy demeanor allowed Kim to press further.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
Pen & Inktober . Content Warning.
6. Golden Jira sat at his desk, rolling his gold coin across his knuckles. A shisha smoked in the corner, the aroma of tobacco and sweet apple filling the silk draped office. His last days had been peaceful, but a new client was due to arrive, so the dusk-skinned figure was taking a moment to prepare.
By Nick Cennamo-Smith2 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman
Being back at her brother's house did not make Shanna happy. He'd inherited the house over two years ago, and for all the money he'd spent on this and that the house still looked awful. Sure there had been some improvements, but none that the neighborhood would notice. The fence in the backyard hidden to any walking by. The new refrigerator, stove, washer, dryer, would not be considered cosmetic improvements. The watered, raked, and mowed grass would only be considered basic maintenance. Shanna's paintings or decorations would only be considered "silly" or "temporary", not substantial or valuable. So when Shanna sat around his house while he was at work day to day, she tried to blind herself to these details.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Fiction
