Science Fiction
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 years ago in Chapters
Love in the Shadows of the Kingdom {Chapter1}. AI-Generated.
Characters James Thompson: A young Black man with a talent for music and horse training. Intelligent, kind, and deeply in love with Isabella. Princess Isabella (Belle): The youngest daughter of King Frederick and Queen Eleanor. Beautiful, compassionate, and determined to break free from societal norms. King Frederick: A stern but just ruler, torn between his love for his daughter and the traditions of his kingdom. Queen Eleanor: The queen, supportive of her daughter but bound by the expectations of her role. Prince Edward: Isabella's eldest brother, protective and loyal, caught between his duty to the crown and his love for his sister. Lord William: The king's advisor, driven by prejudice and a desire to maintain the status quo. Margaret: A loyal friend of Isabella who helps in their escape. Thomas: James' friend and ally, who assists in their journey to freedom.
By Kelly Munala Brookes2 years 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 Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
The Exchange
Slowly making our way to the beach our eyes caught sight of two people talking. Getting closer to see that it was Hannah and Nurse Ratchet we stayed hidden to hear Nurse Ratchet say, "You heard that freak Z, the main building is off limits. I am not going to risking my life or freedom for anyone, especially not you." Hannah said, "I'm running out of my meds." Surprised to hear that I kept myself hidden to hear Hannah also say, "HRT and hormone therapy". Both Nightmare and I thought Hannah is trans? Carefully making a small noise we walked out of the trees. Hannah and Nurse Ratchet looked at us worried.
By Lucy Torralba2 years 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 Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
"The Quantum Thief". Content Warning.
In the labyrinthine alleys of Neo-Tokyo, whispers of a mythical thief had begun to circulate. He was known as the Quantum Thief, a shadow who could bend the very fabric of reality to his will. Legends said he had stolen the Crown Jewels from a locked vault, vanished from maximum-security prisons, and even pilfered the Mona Lisa right from under the Louvre's nose—all without leaving a trace.
By Cocoto_Junior2 years ago in Chapters
Banished! — 4: Collaboration
When the others had all gone back inside, Jada remained, looking out over an ocean she had never seen. Right now, the waters were a chromatic sapphire that you could look through for the top several feet before becoming a darker blue and then black below.
By C. L. Nichols2 years 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 Saunders2 years 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 Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Salience. Content Warning.
The stranger wrapped his giant arms around Acher's face squeezing the life and fight out of him. Tossing him into the back of his station wagon he wrapped his feet together before closing the trunk door behind him. He took a moment to stand and compose himself looking around the gas station. Quiet. After a few moments of savory satisfaction of victory, he walked to the driver's side gliding into the front seat. Acher struggled in the back of the station wagon kicking against the side panels. The stranger couldn’t hold back his glee and smiled so sharp that blood trickled down the sides of his devilish smile. His tongue quivered as it licked up the small streams and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Acher was lucky not to have to watch this moment for it was certain to not only scare him but throwing up now would most certainly seal his death. The stranger turned on the radio with gargled sounds until soft jazz bounced off the car walls.
By Murry Haithcock2 years ago in Chapters
