Skyler Saunders
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Drillmington: The Stars
So, they get the new house and it’s wonderful. More marble than the apartment and wood floors. There’s a place for children to play and even a chandelier. It sits on seventy acres and is the ideal spot for them to rest after grueling tour schedules.
By Skyler Saunders2 days ago in Chapters
- Top Story - March 2024
The Business of NatureTop Story - March 2024
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saunders3 days ago in Fiction
Drillmington: What We Could Do
Breakfast consisted of a kale bowl for Julisia and TSL snacked on an acai bowl. Both of them scrolled on their phones. With her open hand, she stretched towards TSL. She put her palm in his. A smirk came over her face. He snickered.
By Skyler Saunders3 days ago in Fiction
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 Saunders6 days 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 Saunders7 days ago in Fiction
- Top Story - April 2024
The Fish SongTop 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 Saunders8 days 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 Saunders9 days ago in Fiction