Short Story
YNs— Pony Tail. Content Warning.
1994 The smokers wiped down the chariot. Sodium bicarbonate sunk between the seats. Otherwise, they looked immaculate. The exterior grew cleaner with the clientele using soapy water to address the ‘92 black Ac’ Vigor. In the driver seat, Parnum Bell, 22 and inky black, looked at his rearview mirror on the side of the car. A huge splash of solution washed over the surface.
By Skyler Saunders5 months ago in Fiction
YNs— Onion. Content Warning.
2007 In the Autumn rain, the leaves looked slick against the road. Water had covered them and made them look glossy. Cars splashed or just made that swishing noise under the leaves and what the rain brought. Kennedy Koles, 19, dug into his pocket. He held a wad of ready rock. In the time that he was about to cross the street to meet a client, he hesitated and almost got hit by a car. He thought. In his mind, he considered chopping the work down and adding more baking soda to make it bigger and make it ready to sell more. He backed onto the sidewalk once more. The user looked up and signaled for him. He waved him away. The client shrugged.
By Skyler Saunders5 months ago in Fiction
YNs— Chickens. Content Warning.
2025 In his personal jet at night, nineteen-year-old Elvin Coor counted figures. Little lights illuminated the area around his aircraft. This Wilmington, Delaware airport created a space for him to consider, grasp, evaluate. The sound of the pilots discussing routes intermingled with a soft ringing. He, nevertheless, continued to use his iPhone to tabulate his earnings…and earnings potential. He saw his street team and sense of achievement ached its way through his lanky frame. Dressed in a three piece gray suit and a fuchsia shirt and matching pocket square, Coor’s medium brown skin complimented his attire.
By Skyler Saunders5 months ago in Fiction
YNs—Test. Content Warning.
1999 What made the gift of half a brick and then a whole brick so special was that it came from his dad. Most parents would abhor the thought of handing down drugs to their children. Not Dillard Maynard Dockerby. He hailed from Philly, but possessed a hardness about his character like a Southerner. He put kis in the streets in the late eighties.
By Skyler Saunders5 months ago in Fiction
YNs— Molecular. Content Warning.
2016 A seabag full of uniforms and other items related to life on a float with the United States Navy found its way into Mekela’s green Toyota Rav 4. She at twenty-two years old prepared for the six month excursion to Southeast Asia on a boat. In the morning, she would be shipping out to embark on adventures. In a single night, she had to make sales. To bulk up her mattress money, she hit the Wilmington, Delaware streets with a purpose. She strolled alone, not caring what anyone would say. She carried a knapsack full of molly.
By Skyler Saunders5 months ago in Fiction
The Brave Sheep and the Mighty Lion
In the heart of a vast green valley, surrounded by tall mountains and thick forests, lived a small white sheep named Snowy. Unlike the other sheep in the flock, Snowy was curious, brave, and always eager to explore the world beyond the grassy hills.
By Vincent Hale5 months ago in Fiction
The Lady of Wealth
Near the gentle flow of the Yamuna River lived a woman named Lakshmi, known throughout her village for her kindness and generosity. Her olive-toned skin, long green eyes, and soft red silk made her look as graceful as a lotus in bloom. But it was her heart—not her beauty—that made her beloved.
By Iqraa Toqeer5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Light in Holloway Station. AI-Generated.
The Last Light in Holloway Station Mara Whitfield had always believed that cities remembered everything. They remembered the footsteps of people who were late for work, the whispered arguments beneath bus shelters, the names carved into benches by teenagers who thought love was permanent, and the songs hummed by old men walking home alone. London, especially, seemed unable to forget. Its streets were layered with history like dust on a windowsill. Every stone had heard a secret. Every tunnel had swallowed a goodbye.
By Alpha Cortex5 months ago in Fiction
The Business Model. Content Warning.
Introduction I was listening to "Masters Of War" by Bob Dylan and it just made me think of the state our world is in at the moment. This story is anything but hopeful and is not the sort of thing that I enjoy writing. It observes how evil so often triumphs because people allow it to exist in the name of fairness or due to complete apathy.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Fiction
A Candle With Memories
When Alana’s grandma passed, she knew the task of separating her things was going to be a long process, but not quite this long. Her grandma lived in a 2-story Victorian-style home, stacked high with everything she had ever acquired. It was tidy but cluttered. After seven long months, she was finally on to the last room. The attic was full of stuff. She sighed as she started shuffling boxes around. Her brother, who had helped her move and sell most of the things, yelled from downstairs.
By Haylee Sandberg5 months ago in Fiction
