Series
YNs
1994 The spider crawled to the fly. She played with it. Then, she started to take in the essence of the paralyzed flying insect. Dophilius Holmes swept away the spider and the web. He walked off his Wilmington, Delaware porch. He kept sweeping with a vigor and intensity usually reserved for circus acts or skilled marksmen.
By Skyler Saunders4 days ago in Fiction
YNs
1999 Smells of peppermint and mold pervaded the space. The church held within it a charm and a grace that belied its low budget and even lower income. The Wilmington, Delaware location sat a few blocks from the Boxwood Funeral Home. Forty-year-old Pastor Patrice Mennon studied himself in the mirror. His six foot frame and dark features made him look larger and loom with a complexion akin to black sand. He glanced at his sermon notes and prepared them for Sunday service the next day. In walked Delton “D-Ware” Haynard. He was about five foot seven inches tall. He was seventeen. He knocked on the door to the pastor’s office.
By Skyler Saunders4 days ago in Fiction
YNs
1987 Her Fila sweatshirt struggled to bely the breasts that protruded like torpedoes. She had just returned from the Bahamas and possessed about thirty kilos of cocaine which she hid in the ceiling of her Wilmington, Delaware home. Tanned and giggling at the video game she played, her mirthfulness, her playfulness didn’t match her fifty-eight years on this planet. She felt tickled at the thought of the three million dollars she stashed in a safe and forgot the combination.
By Skyler Saunders4 days ago in Fiction
YNs
1989 Blue and yellow made green. The Ziploc baggies carried the product. Nadine Horford, 19, bagged up the work at the Marriot. Two Uzis tucked behind her, embracing her waistline. She stood at five foot four inches. Her cocoa butter brown skin and her soft features could lure any man. She had to handle the work with one eye shut. Everything she did contributed to the care and precision she used with the scale. Flaky and white, the cocaine seemed like fishscale. Zatavian Acton, 22, cooked the product in Pyrex on the stove in the suite. He possessed two 44 magnum pistols behind him, too. He was five foot eleven inches and had the skin color of burnt toast. By standing over the stove and forming it into tiny morsels, it seemed like he prepared quiches for a bake sale, he brought the heat to the baking soda infused product. The ready rock hung to dry and she coupled the pigeons in the refrigerator. Once she finished up on the last baggie, she licked her thumbs. They had a system.
By Skyler Saunders4 days ago in Fiction
YNs
1995 Construction knives carved into the tennis balls like slices into limes. Each ball received two baggies of five grams of powder cocaine. The cut remained along the seam, which made it easier to reseal. Vardajario Jenkinson, 15 held them in his hand and walked towards his Schwinn BMX bike lying on the pavement outside of his house in South Bridge, Wilmington, Delaware. He picked up the bike and steered it out into the street. With agility, he balanced the tennis balls in a Jansport bag and guided his chariot.
By Skyler Saunders4 days ago in Fiction
YNs
2011 “All you have to do is seal to make sure it’s real! The vacuum will do the rest of the work. So, those seasonal clothes and outfits remain free from mold and mildew and will be as fresh as the day you packaged them!” The commercial announcer sounded like he had been sipping about five cups of coffee. He was so excited about it. Marsden Catter, 23, and Tipley “Tip Toe” Dewars, 24, looked at the stack of money and the dozens of plastic bags they would need to fill up for the queenpin Bunella “Lil’ Busy” Rogerson, 29.
By Skyler Saunders4 days ago in Fiction
YNs
2002 White particles fell to the ground. The brick consisted of two hundred kilos. It looked like a huge block of snow. It represented Mount Rushmore for the dealers. It appeared as a giant chunk of soap that would be placed at the entrance to their inner sanctum. The subjects stood with their chins parallel to the ground as well. In all of her artistry, she felt the most power, like she was in the zone or something. Also, the ten thousand dollars she would receive drove her to work even more.
By Skyler Saunders4 days ago in Fiction
IGNIS WAKE
The canteen was vacant as Hamish entered, he was early. The automated lights buzzed to life and flickered a glare across stainless-steel benches that rowed along each side of the modestly sized hall. A set of narrow windows accompanied each bench on the right side. Thick tropical fauna brushed and dragged with the wind against the exterior. The spattering of sunlight through the leaves and branches did very little to brighten the facilities dull concrete and iron panel laced interior. A closed hatch straight ahead into a kitchen indicated that lunch was not yet ready. But as Hamish’s mission detailed, this was the only opportunity to discuss the operation with his fellow MI6 and CIA agents embedded in the mysterious projects activities.
By Blair J Allan4 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '16
It was not merely a professional concern; it was an emotional tether that bound Megan to the very rhythm of her work life, and she could not, in good conscience, let the prospect of that rhythm unravel without voicing the depth of her unease.
By Forest Green4 days ago in Fiction
