Mark Stigers
Bio
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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My Rocket
The rocket is on the pad. Have I done everything right? The three sided rocket is my design. It is made of foam board. Will it take the strain of this big of a rocket motor? Or will it be crushed in front of my eyes and flip about dangerously in front of me? Is the rocket motor one of the bad ones that will Cato and hurl pieces about? Or will my rocket be shot high in the sky? At apogee will the delayed charge open the rocket and spill the parachute into the sky? Was there enough chute wading to protect the plastic envelop of the chute so it will open to gently float the four foot rocket to Earth? When I go to recover it will I find it or will it vanish into the landscape unseen?
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Poets
The Spell. AI-Generated.
In a hidden valley nestled deep within the rugged mountains, cloaked by swirling mists and ancient trees, stood the Convent of the Silver Moon. Here, secluded from the eyes of the world, a coven of powerful witches gathered under the luminous glow of the full moon. Their leader, Elder Mirabelle, presided over the gathering, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall over her midnight-blue robes.
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Humans
The Solstice Run. AI-Generated.
Every year, the small town of Greenwood Springs erupted in a flurry of activity as the summer solstice approached. It wasn't just any solstice; soon it would be the day of the Solstice Run, an ancient horse race that had been celebrated for generations. Legend held that those who participated in the race were blessed with prosperity, while those who abstained faced a year of misfortune.
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Humans
