Mark Stigers

Joined June 2021

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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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The Bull. Content Warning.
“The Bull” *~ Game Warden Pete POV* The bull was spread open like a book. Ribs cracked wide, steam still lifting off the torn muscle. Flies already circling, fat and slow in the morning heat.
By Mark Stigers 5 months ago in Chapters
States of Grace
The cursor blinked on Grace’s monitor, steady, smug, like it had all the time in the world. She scrolled back up through the fifty-page document she’d been assigned that morning: “User Installation and Configuration Guidelines for the QuantumNet v4.2 Modular Router System.” Every line was a battlefield of passive voice and jargon.
By Mark Stigers 5 months ago in Chapters
Logan
A silver moon slices through skeletal branches. The night air is heavy and still — but something shifts on the dusty forest floor.
By Mark Stigers 5 months ago in Horror
A Pair of Bear
⸻ As cataloged by Yarcs Lluks Tim found it balled up in wax paper, deep in a crate labeled “CAMP: ROUGH RIDER, DO NOT OPEN.” The paw was matted, claw tips dulled, but unmistakable: bear.
By Mark Stigers 5 months ago in Chapters
Double A Higher power
⸻ Yarcs: (low, wistful tone) “Janis had her harpoon — shiny, sharp, full of promises that fizzled into the void. Me? I got AA—not the group. Not heroin, baby. Hydrogen, alkaline, maybe a touch of lithium if I’m lucky.
By Mark Stigers 6 months ago in Chapters
The Chain of Tituba
Ah. You’re back. Good. I have something to show you. No, don’t touch that. Or that. Especially not the jar labeled “cranial regret.”
By Mark Stigers 6 months ago in Chapters
A Victim Impact Statement
My Victim Impact Statement to Mr. Kohlberger Yes, you impacted me. You make me feel so sick. But I have come to see That this is part of your twisted trick.
By Mark Stigers 6 months ago in Poets
Victoria Carlson
The Hidden Concerto The box was labeled “Christmas Lights – DOA?”, written in a wobbly Sharpie scrawl that looked like it had been done by someone either drunk or weeping. Possibly both. It was tucked behind a broken chair and a busted humidifier in the Orchard Inn’s forgotten basement crawlspace.
By Mark Stigers 6 months ago in Chapters
YARCS: Rockin’ Demons Backward
INT. DARK BASEMENT STUDIO – NIGHT Dust swirls through beams of colored light. A glowing skull — YARCS — sits on a speaker stack, LEDs flickering in time to an unseen beat. Sniffy, the rat, pokes his head out from a rack of tangled audio cables.
By Mark Stigers 6 months ago in Chapters
A Hundred and Ten and Rising
Location: South Tucson, 7 PM. Day 4 of the Blackout Directive. ⸻ [Interior – Dim Apartment – Late Afternoon] The fan stops with a soft clunk.
By Mark Stigers 6 months ago in Fiction
The Mandelbrot Blot
The Mandelwish Effect A Sniffy Story ⸻ [Scene: Yarcs’ Lair – lit only by candlelight and a glowing thermal printer.]
By Mark Stigers 6 months ago in Chapters
Necroeconomics
⸻ [Scene: Yarcs’ Lair – Dim lights flicker, incense wafts through the air, and Sniffy is spinning in a circle of pennies.]
By Mark Stigers 6 months ago in Horror

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The Bull. Content Warning.

States of Grace

Logan

A Pair of Bear

Double A Higher power

The Chain of Tituba

A Victim Impact Statement

Victoria Carlson

YARCS: Rockin’ Demons Backward

A Hundred and Ten and Rising

The Mandelbrot Blot

Necroeconomics

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