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Drillmington: The Stars
So, they get the new house and it’s wonderful. More marble than the apartment and wood floors. There’s a place for children to play and even a chandelier. It sits on seventy acres and is the ideal spot for them to rest after grueling tour schedules.
By Skyler Saunders3 days ago in Chapters
- Top Story - March 2024
The Business of NatureTop Story - March 2024
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saunders4 days ago in Fiction
Drillmington: What We Could Do
Breakfast consisted of a kale bowl for Julisia and TSL snacked on an acai bowl. Both of them scrolled on their phones. With her open hand, she stretched towards TSL. She put her palm in his. A smirk came over her face. He snickered.
By Skyler Saunders4 days ago in Fiction
Drillmington: Launch
“What have we got?” TSL asked Julisia. We have new viewers to our page but they’re all commenting on the fact that your sidecpiece was calling during the show. No one is saying it was the rat phone,” Julisia reassured. She looked at her watch.
By Skyler Saunders7 days ago in Fiction
Drillmington: Grenade Pen
In the light snow, the crowd still lined up around the corner. The audience inside felt the thump of the bass to the opening act Grenade Pen. But people didn’t even realize they were opening for TSL. Excitement built up in the crowd nevertheless.
By Skyler Saunders8 days ago in Fiction
- Top Story - April 2024
The Fish SongTop Story - April 2024
The room didn’t smell like disinfectants. Its fragrance seemed light and not overbearing. A soft mixture of lavender and mint permeated the space. No beeping machines or any tubes hooked up to four-year-old Kaleeka. Her cacao skin seemed to glow from the light over her head. The family, save for one and the doctors and nurses exited the room like a trail of saints showing their last vestiges of regard.
By Skyler Saunders9 days ago in Fiction