Skyler Saunders
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Meek Mill calls out ‘propaganda’ about his career, highlights successes, including impact on justice reform
What Meek Mill needs is a boost. He needs a power boost. After headlines issued by Lenard McKelvy saying that his career has stalled following the lost battle with Drake.
By Skyler Saundersabout 10 hours ago in Beat
Pooh Shiesty’s Home Gets Raided
Can Pooh Shiesty live in these streets? With the FBI and TBI raid on his home, it seems like he’s allegedly on his way back to prison. After being sentenced for a five-year stint behind the wall, Shiesty copped a plea to avoid additional time.
By Skyler Saundersa day ago in Criminal
‘Bully’: A Review
Grade: C- The legendary author and activist Dick Gregory once remarked that Adolph Hitler would’ve killed Foundational Black Americans (FBA) if he could reach them. Ye may not have known this. He might have even gleaned how Hitler reacted to Jesse Owens' gold-medal performance at the 1936 Olympics.
By Skyler Saundersa day ago in Beat
YNs
2025 Water cascaded in the shower. Memories of traveling in the sunlight illuminated in his mind. In her mind, she considered the future and what would shine in her soul. Gertz Lockman felt his body but his mind kept traversing the streets of Wilmington, Delaware. Julisia Montoya thought about plans to come up amongst the spasms of ecstasy she experienced with the water on both of their bodies. Lockman felt the rush of his mind speeding up the vehicle over the streets. Julisia sustained those pangs of pleasure even more as she looked at the calendar in her thoughts. Then, the day switched back in time to the day they had recognized the weight of this act and she slammed the calendar shut in her head. Lockman stopped his car in his own at the apartment complex.
By Skyler Saunders9 days ago in Fiction
YNs
2003 The tan 2002 Audi 80 parked near her English teacher’s 2000 Hyundai Sonata. Hazetta Vertick leaned back and steamed an L with her boyfriend, Rondell Boyler in her leather seat. He was fit as a wrestler where he had won championships for Delaware. A grey sweatsuit and blue jeans and butter Timberland boots enveloped his person. Both aged eighteen, they saw graduation from high school on the horizon and wanted desperately to just graduate and get it over with already. College would separate them by a few miles as she would matriculate to New Sweden University and he to First State Community College. She looked pitch black with blue eye contacts. Her cheek bones and nose all corresponded to an image of grace and harmony. A green blouse with a slim gold chain clung to her frame and hung around her neck, respectively. She wore icy white Adidas sneakers to compliment her black jeans. Her hair had flowed down to her shoulders and she wore cherry red lipstick. It was May 2nd. They listened to Get Rich or Die Trying on the car’s CD player. She looked over to him.
By Skyler Saunders9 days ago in Fiction
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 Saunders9 days ago in Fiction
YNs
Corbitt Darlington sat in the car and breathed. He felt the cold steel in his hands. It felt colder than the 1989 February afternoon where he found himself in the South Bridge section of Wilmington, Delaware. A knock on the glass startled him. He physically rolled down the window to the gray midlevel Korean sedan.
By Skyler Saunders9 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 Saunders9 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 Saunders9 days ago in Fiction
