Anthony Stauffer
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Husband, Father, Technician, US Navy Veteran, Aspiring Writer
After 3 Decades of Writing, It's All Starting to Come Together
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Hide And Seek
There was no sun streaming through the window, and the cold that accompanied the overcast skies made itself evident on the tip of Claire’s nose. She exhaled in exasperation; this apartment is gonna kill me one of these days, she thought. She could smell the eggs that Eric was cooking and smiled to herself. Eric was unlike any that she had been with in the past. He was always doing things for her and never needed a thank you. Estimating that Eric was already working on his second cup of coffee, she chose to wake herself up by throwing the covers to end of the bed. The cold rushed over her body in an instant, and she shivered in chill. A meow told her that she had thrown Max under the covers with her wakeup call, and he crawled out and shook his head rapidly, giving Claire the best look of cat annoyance possible.
By Anthony Stauffer2 years ago in Fiction
Thank A Veteran
The Great War, the first modern war fought in human history, ended on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of 1918. Ove twenty million lives were lost over the four years of dire, inhumane warfare. Every major nation in the world was affected by this war, and when peace was finally signed, the moment was so important that it became a global holiday. Europe calls it Armistice Day, Canada celebrates Remembrance Day, and the United States remembers Veterans Day. Given that the war took place over a century ago, its impact and importance gets reduced with each passing year, as accounts of those terrible years begin to pass into modern legend.
By Anthony Stauffer2 years ago in Humans
A World Gone Mad
Friday the 13th dawned chill… and weird. Eric had already left for work, Claire didn’t even hear him leave, nor did she feel his lips touch her forehead as he kissed her goodbye. She rubbed her eyes and nestled herself further into the bed, not wanting to expose herself to the cold air of their shitty apartment. The building was old, despite the landlord’s vainest attempt to make it look remotely modern. The original windows were still installed but were only effective at looking like windows. Cold air, humid air, wind, rain, snow, it all seemed to make its way past the windows. Their heating bill was horrendous in the winter.
By Anthony Stauffer2 years ago in Fiction
Vikings and the United States of America
Two hundred and thirty-three years ago, in 1788, the United States Constitution was ratified into law and the United States of America was truly born. In the centuries since, our most cherished document has been the blueprint for countless constitutions written throughout the world, as autocratic rule has lost its luster among Earth’s people. The ratification of the US Constitution is considered a watershed moment in the modern history of the world. Indeed, history is rife with watershed moments. Leonidas standing against Xerxes and allowing Greek culture to influence the western world. Julius Caesar casting his die along the banks of the Rubicon, inciting the great Roman Civil War. The Han Dynasty of Ancient China pushing the Huns out of the Asian steppes, cultivating the unrest that led to the fall of the Roman Empire. Pope Alexander IV urging Spain and Portugal to sign the Treaty of Torsedillas, splitting the known world between the two nations. Gavrilo Princep assassinating Archduke Ferdinand, setting off World War I. Ronald Reagan spending the Soviet Union into near bankruptcy, ending the most brutal authoritarian regime of the modern world. But each one of those moments have origins that are much less known because the connections aren’t readily apparent. Such is the connection to be discussed here… How are the Vikings of old responsible for the eventual ratification of the United States Constitution?
By Anthony Stauffer2 years ago in FYI
The Secret
Nate heard the sound of the shower kick on, Nora was first tonight, but he would be lying if he said he could wait to get clean himself. It had been a fairly busy day, and after a week of working second shift, getting a good night’s sleep was a blessing. He threw on his coat and made his way to the front door. Nate needed a cigarette, even if the weather outside was frightful. An early season nor’easter had decided to blow through, and the wind was howling in the sideways rain.
By Anthony Stauffer3 years ago in Horror
Lucifer's Truth
This is a work of fiction and is, in no way, intended to serve as a coercion to the reader to question, or change, their religious beliefs. This story also does not reflect the religious beliefs of the author. It is a story built upon the many interpretations and possibilities inherent in the history of modern monotheistic religions and serves as another avenue of "What If?" The focus of this piece is for entertainment purposes only.
By Anthony Stauffer3 years ago in Fiction
The Mathematics of Nature's Beauty
Everything is mathematics. It’s not just found in a textbook, or on a chalk board. It’s not limited to calculating your coupon savings at a grocery store, or even to the deeply complex world of quantum mechanics. Everything is mathematics… The universe, and everything in it is mathematics. The body that you live in everyday, the consciousness that lives in your mind, even the etheric soul that drives you, it’s all mathematics. Nature is nothing but numbers. And they are beautiful!
By Anthony Stauffer3 years ago in Earth
Appetite For Destruction
“Welcome to the Jungle”, those were the first words I heard when I entered the club some months ago. I can only guess that it was months, honestly, because since that night, much of it was a total blur. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but my bravado and my arrogance really didn’t give a shit. Captain Butterweck was my recruiter, and he was a man I had vowed to follow into any war at any time. Peter was my company commander in the Army, and he noticed my combat skills early on. Looking back on it, the pushing to “make me a better soldier” wasn’t really to make me a better soldier, but to prepare me for the life I had found myself in these last few months.
By Anthony Stauffer3 years ago in Fiction
Becoming
The pain was exquisite and excruciating. Lying down on the dirt of the lakeshore, the twigs and branches poked the skin of his back and legs. He could feel each and every prick of twigs as the white lightning of heat and pain surged through his body like a tidal wave. He craned his neck, trying to scream, but the sound caught in his throat as a moth caught in the web of a spider in the ruddy yellow light of a porch lamp. His fear erupted like a volcano and began to break through the dense mesh of semierotic pain, his eyes widened and bulged from his skull, and his back arched as solid as a stone bridge over country stream. The instant atrophy in his legs lit their muscles into a white, hot, fiery fury. His toes pointed down so strenuously that he thought his ankles would shatter like clay pots striking the floor, and his arms stiffened as though he was being drawn and quartered. The stars above shown through the pine needles above and the white-rimmed, unfocused sight of his eyes.
By Anthony Stauffer3 years ago in Fiction