Sci Fi
YNs—The Street Spectacle. Content Warning.
1990 Her heels clicked against the Wilmington, Delaware pavement. A trail of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth. Her hair had become matted to her forehead but she appeared immaculate in a business suit. She smiled with blood between her teeth. Her nails had chipped and broken. In her right hand she held a satchel of crisply unmarked bills totalling two million dollars. A strong gait accelerated her pace. She smiled.
By Skyler Saunders5 months ago in Fiction
YNs–Shoulder to Shoulder. Content Warning.
2018 In early December, the Troopers of the state convened together, especially those of New Castle County. All of them wore their pressed blue and gold uniforms and shiny boots. They called the coffee irked water. It flowed like so many brown monsoons in mugs and cups as the other officers huddled around Superintendent Namina Norrey. Some of them armed themselves with pencils, others with styluses to show their ability to take notes. Others just looked on with a keen sense of expectation. Sleeves rolled up on blue uniforms bearing arms of might attached to bodies of brawn and busy minds.
By Skyler Saunders5 months ago in Fiction
YNs–Life Right. Content Warning.
2016 Sun drenched the Wilmington, Delaware streets. It wheeled downward as the darkness seemed to creep as dust settles in water. Clientele for the pushers leaned over and stayed in positions like poor sculptures. Their bodies, feet on the ground, seemed to be frozen in the summer heat. This July saw Superintendent Namina Norrey walk the streets of Southbridge. No gun, just her impeccable uniform with its blue shirt and blue tie and gold colonel eagles stuck out amongst the shadowy alleyways. Most people didn’t even take note or look her way. The hustlers saw her and turned around like hawks guarding their nest.
By Skyler Saunders5 months ago in Fiction
YNs– Block Games. Content Warning.
1988 Balloons lifted towards the sky in full glory. The happiness of the event which grew thousands of athletes to perform at the zenith of their talents enlivened the world. The opening of the Olympic Games in Seoul, South Korea pushed capo Hines Dawson, 34, to pick up the phone and dial. On the other line, capo Wayson Goss, 36, picked up the phone. Hines lived on the West Side and Goss resided on the East Side.
By Skyler Saunders5 months ago in Fiction
YNs– Braids. Content Warning.
2003 On Fifth Street in Wilmington, Delaware’s West Side, the unusual warmth from the October day prompted the girls on the corner to chew Herr’s Sour Cream and Onion chips. The boys played basketball with a crate nailed against a post.
By Skyler Saunders5 months ago in Fiction
YNs– Grafitti. Content Warning.
2011 “Hey, this your boy Boss Man Tremaine. And I’m here to let you know about the dangers that lurk in your neighborhood. If something doesn’t seem right, make sure you tell an adult or call the police. If you are an adult, shield your children and others from terrors in your community,” Boss Man Tremaine declared in the PSA. “There I said it,” he announced to the director of the spot.
By Skyler Saunders5 months ago in Fiction
Shops, Shops, Shops, Shops, Shops, Shops, Shops
Introduction. The title of this was influenced by the name of the band "Pigs, Pigs, Pigs, Pigs, Pigs, Pigs, Pigs" and the Buchanan Shopping Mall in Glasgow, though virtually any Shopping Mall makes me feel like this.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Fiction
Rima's Run
Rima crouched in the shadows of an old patrol outpost off the coast, where rust bloomed like a malevolent fungus. A biting wind whipped around like a mad thing, carrying the metallic tang of brine and something both sickly sweet and faintly putrid. Her lungs, patched with genetically engineered coral grown in the black market biolabs of the castle-arcology's under-wards, burned with each breath. The air was diseased, thick with the runoff of forgotten war experiments and the exhalations of mutated entities that scuttled in the perpetual twilight.
By Made in DNA5 months ago in Fiction
The First Dream Ever Dreamed. AI-Generated.
I. When Sleep Was Just Darkness Before dreams had names, they still lived inside us. He was a child of the cliffs—born in the time before language, before even gods had names. His tribe did not understand what sleep truly was. To them, it was a nightly death, a closing of the eyes and surrender to the shadows.
By uzair hadi5 months ago in Fiction
Branded
Brief Intro This is sort of influenced by the videos and songs above. Tesco invading Denmark is satire but is becoming closer to reality. This is what might happen in globalization reaches one possible conclusion and brands buy out governments and take over countries. Let's face it many politicians are owned by corporations and "brands".
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Fiction
