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
Stories (111/0)
Unknown Forces
Dad was a pain in the ass, but he was a financial genius. He invested early and heavily in Microsoft, Amazon, Facebook, Tesla, and Intel. He made an incredible amount of money. Then he became an investment adviser. People paid him outrageous amounts of money to tell them they were idiots and how they screwed up their last investments. He bragged all the time about how stupid they were. The upshot was that he had one hell of an ego.
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Fiction
Elf 256
Elf 256 Christmas is a competition for your children’s Love. Gifts are given to try and capture a feeling of awe that only a child has. The joy is in knowing at some level you have made a memory that will last a lifetime. A good gift from Santa gives a feeling of accomplishment that has no parallel. For me, as a young man, I could not compete with Grandparents that had more money than me. It seemed their gifts were the most cherished and liked. I always felt pushed out and forgotten on Christmas. No one was very excited about my gifts. I was treated with polite curtesy but failed to have a part of my kids’ real attention on that special day.
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Families
Soul Trek
to climb a mountain a journey to find your soul enlightenment’s trek
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Poets
To Claim One's Part of the Future
Casted said, “The Elves don’t produce mithril as a product. They use what they produce just to make items. Then those items are auctioned. They have no formal sales structure. Nothing is incorporated. We can make Mithril as a product, apply for a patent, and have exclusive rights for seven years.”
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Fiction
To Own a Thought
There weren't always Dragons in the Valley. It was the damn Dwarves. They started to dig. They found rare gems. The Dwarves worked the stones, so the light flashed from their very hearts. Their beauty was captivating, but that was just the start. They dug deeper.
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Fiction