Skyler Saunders
Bio
I’ve been writing since I was five-years-old. I didn’t have an audience until I was nine. If you enjoy my work feel free to like but also never hesitate to share. Thank you for your patronage. Take care.
S.S.
Stories (2099/0)
Author of Visions
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 Saundersabout 17 hours 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 Saundersabout 18 hours 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 Saundersa day ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Delaseer functioned as a profit. The four main c-suite officers regarded the 501 (c) (3) not a nonprofit, but one that benefitted the soul through dollars. They regarded it as a selfish profit of the mind. Already, the company had generated close to three hundred billion dollars in funds. Millions of books had been donated to teachers across the globe. Its main concern remained with the idea that they could enlighten people with ideas about capitalism and free markets and individual liberty. Chairman and CEO Dr. Covey Strong pulled on a vape stick on the one hundredth floor balcony of the skyscraper which featured the organization. Go ambled up behind him.
By Skyler Saunders2 days ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Smells of roasted coffee pervaded the space. Like inhaling a cozy feeling, Dr. Strong sat face to face with his date. He wore a tan houndstooth sport jacket and a black turtleneck with black loafers and a driver’s cap. Gara wore a smart leather jacket and rock t-shirt with tights and black boots. She looked educated in the halls of learning and street-like at the same time. Her complexion looked a few shades darker than Dr. Strong’s. She sipped with a casual air and a brief sophistication. Though slight, she could still appear to be taller than her five foot two stature. She giggled.
By Skyler Saunders4 days ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Tunes wafted through the air like the fresh scent of baked bread. The chords, the progressions, the pauses, the rests, all came from Vestin Go’s piano. He still remembered his days at First State Community College where he majored in music exploration. He’d been playing the piano since he could walk and talk. He took it even more seriously as he grew into adolescence and adulthood. By composing a new minuet, he wanted to try out something audacious.
By Skyler Saunders5 days ago in Chapters
Smartystan
One synth walked up to a learned machine. The synthetic being greeted itself to the machine. They exchanged codes. They talked for a good while. They cajoled. The bluish purple of the synth contrasted the yellow and black of the learned machine. In essence, they had become intertwined due to their makers’ craftsmanship. By keeping in the realm of knowledge, their trade of ideas allowed them both to keep up with systems of mathematics.
By Skyler Saunders8 days ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Hector Vergara continued his daily regimen. It was leg day. He prepared for the arduous task of squatting, pressing, and of course, before and after, stretching. Warm ups and cool downs found their way on his gym schedule. Once he finished, he gulped down an iced carrot and celery smoothie. His fitness routine permitted him the ability to stay fit and sharp despite his time constraints. It was why he got up so early in the morning in the first place. Upon showering and shaving, he donned sensible dress shoes, khakis, and a zip up sweater. He wore glasses. When his driver pulled up to his minimansion, it seemed as if Vergara had a burst of energy ready to spring forth and jump start the day. In his mind, he considered himself. As a reasonably wealthy man and head of the Average Capacity Association, he felt the singular itch that could never be scratched. His abilities afforded him the things that no one else could perform. No one in the ACA had a clue as to his acumen. All they knew was that he presented himself as a mouthpiece. He said all the speeches and integrated everything into the Association.
By Skyler Saunders9 days ago in Chapters
Smartystan
At the book signing, the crowd swelled. A steady din of voices made a raucous sound which reverberated off the walls. Everyone, it seemed, became especially entranced at the man sitting at the booth, signing digital books. All smiles with veneers which contrasted his brown skin, Hector Vergara posed for photographs and kept that million watt smile plastered on his face.
By Skyler Saunders9 days ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Prompts for the various aptitude tests varied widely. In one case, the proctors examined farming techniques by corn-fed women with wide, childbearing hips. Another tested for the ability to sweep streets in case a synth couldn’t be replaced by another synth. Actually, all of the jobs performed by humans were not threatened by synths, but became enhanced.
By Skyler Saunders10 days ago in Chapters