Skyler Saunders
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The Egoism Pledge
The stylus moved. It moved like a staff striking into fertile soil. Only the soil was a digital tablet and the staff opened the gates for signees. Thirty-eight-year-old billionaire Elgier Ossett looked at his twenty-something wife and they smiled. Warm. Just like this document that he had devised for the sole purpose of helping to eliminate poverty the world over by encouraging building businesses. It was crowdfunding on a major scale. It was...special. As a result of him being so supportive to so many people, Ossett didn’t hesitate to inform all of his billionaire friends and family to donate to the mission he dubbed the Egoism Pledge.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Humans
I Want to Be a Slave
Pieces of cloth drifted to the floor like ash from a volcano. Neema Hudgins, in the basement to her family's modest three-story Wilmington, Delaware home, clipped and clipped until patches shown on the worn white dress. She had pressed the dress in muddy water overnight and dried it on the line overnight. Shabby and dingy, she slipped the piece of fabric over her body. She peered at herself in the mirror. What reflected back was an 18-year-old woman who had had enough. She ventured up the stairs. Her ascension in physical form deviated from the low grade that she had leveled herself. The first person to see her that morning was her brother Greer, age 16.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in The Swamp
The Delatector
Professors Connor Mettle, Milo Kiln, and Donnell Wayson, or the New Sweden Kids of the New Sweden University in Wilmington, Delaware, had been called. Again. This time they had been tasked to address the number of criminals rushing from New York and New Jersey to drive into the state of Delaware. They arrived at the Delaware Memorial Bridge where a checkpoint had been instituted. Wayson tied his tie in the mirror.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
I Can Americanize You
They hardly knew a lick of English. They could comprehend dribs and drabs here and there, but could by no means speak it fluently. But they worked. They had just finished receiving Delaware’s first non-government-backed business license for restaurants. As the family rejoiced at this achievement, they still had trouble with assimilating into the American culture. That all changed when cacao-colored Shanae Tyner walked through the doors of the well-kept restaurant.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
Project D.U.C.K.
Against the swirls of water, the bottles, crates, tires and straws all gathered together in a soup of the final stage of the productive process. Fish chomped on shoestrings. Birds gobbled up plastic bags like they were carrion. Something had to be done. Gertrude Octavio surveyed the area and held back tears. She and her photographer, Lorenzo Jerkins, had covered this part of the Christina River in Wilmington, Delaware for the past fifteen years documenting the various changes to the habitat.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
Garden of the Guardians
There’s much to say about the Garden of the Guardians. Firstly, it was named that to recognize the recent men and women who, through private means, founded the United States of America. Then, sculptor Talbot Cardigan realized that he should expand the exhibit to include those people from various centuries who built up an entire country. Cardigan himself would take the time to show the tourists around the various pieces. A group of the curious followed Cardigan through the labyrinth that misty Monday in Wilmington, Delaware.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
The Pressed Penny
Lines stretched around the store at this time. It was 10 o’clock in the morning in the Shepherd’s Emporium in Wilmington, Delaware. D’Vonte Sinclair waited in line just a few moments before he reached the counter this day after Christmas. Shoppers had brought their huge bags of unwanted gifts. Sinclair just clutched a simple plastic handbag. In it remained a peculiar piece of metal that his daughter said that she wanted to keep after receiving it as a stocking stuffer. But then she said that she didn’t need it because the machine failed to emboss new images on either side and left it not blank, but untouched. So, he moved along in line. Each step was an adventure, every move a journey. Finally, he reached the counter.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Humans
To Not Weep and Repent
As the masses in Newark, Delaware trudged through the snow, a grayness colored the sky in the late afternoon. Smells of chicken broth from the soup kitchens arose just as quickly. Everyone looked down at the ground. They didn’t peer at their phones or the patterns in the street, but at their chests. The people looked like birds pecking at their breasts, but permanently. No music, no candles, no bright electric lights, no carolers, no signs showed that this was Christmastime. People just fulfilled their daily tasks on whatever job that they held. The drudgery was like a lash whipping away their joy, their spirit.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Humans
C-Suite
At her birth, her father yelled out that she would be a great leader. So, he named her Olori. She graduated egregia cum laude from Delaware Institute of Technology (DIT). Now, she sat on boards of hospitals, banks, and organizations that espoused the wonders of capitalism. She stood as the CEO of the fifth largest oil company in the world, Ready Rock, Inc. When approached to approve of a new advertisement, Olori leapt at the chance to see this thing in reality.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
Effective in June
How the American people chose for the age to drink and use narcotics to be 18, allowed teenagers all-over to rejoice, even if they had started drinking and using narcotics at 15. The idea of liquor and narcotics businesses and food establishments offering alcoholic beverages and hallucinogenic drugs to those youngsters pushed the minds of the populace. What the American people (those who didn’t vote for it, anyway) didn’t understand was the choice to have teens be elected President of the United States at the tender age of 18, too. This caused many a rift amongst the top brass, needless to say. Especially the Secretary of Defense. The 39th person to serve this position, he was a four star general in the Marines and served as its third black Commandant for five years. General Trembly “Get-go” Nunn earned his callsign because he’d volunteer for anything even at the beginning of his career in the Marines as a second lieutenant. This same spirit carried over into the White House administration.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
