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)
Shedder
Shredder was a Black Pomeranian. Being a terror, there was not an ankle that was safe in New Orleans if she was around. The Terror needed a walk, and she made a fuss to her owner Xyizan. The Necromancer finished putting the powder she had made into an Amulet of Protection. She placed it with the others for sale.
By Mark Stigers 3 years ago in Fiction
A White Set of Cracker Jacks
When I was in the Navy in the Nineteen Eighties, McNamara had given the Navy business suits for uniforms. No style, just a nasty business suit. The Navy was unimpressed. They asked that some modern Cracker Jacks be made available. When the white uniform came out, I bought a set. I thought I looked hot in them. Little did I know the Officers had noticed me, and I would be sorry I bought them. I had the POW (Petty Officer of the Watch) when we pulled in to port. The Captian was OOD (Officer Of the Deck). I was not sure what to think.
By Mark Stigers 3 years ago in Humans
My First Time in the Navy
Every good Sea Story starts with this is a no-shitter, and this one is one of those. In Nineteen Seventy-Nine, I was a Nuke Power student. When I graduated from ET School in the Great Lakes, my class was not ready, so I got a transfer to the USS Vogelgesang, DD 862, before Nuke School in Orlando. I was green. I was more green than a freshly cut Pear Tree.
By Mark Stigers 3 years ago in Humans
The Night I Should Have Died
I don’t remember the date. I don’t remember the name of the storm. We were off the Va Capes, graveyard of the Atlantic. I remember the night well. I had the mid-watch in the shop onboard the USS South Carolina CGN-37. We dogged the mid-watch to two hours, not the normal four hours. That night it was two hours of hell.
By Mark Stigers 3 years ago in Fiction
Leroy
Leroy had a patented flexible mold. He programmed a computer to produce Ten Thousand objects for your home out of good plastic in five colors, and high-dollar plastic matches any color and texture. Good quality objects were one dollar, Any high dollar object, five dollars. With Ten objects, you could make a very fancy chair. With Five objects, you could make a nice side table. Twenty objects would make a dining room table in several styles. Ten objects to make a chair. It could make All kinds of things like furniture to wine goblets at the Quick Maker store. No other store could compete with no overhead of the Quick Maker store. Furthermore, the stores would buy back by weight any plastics item it made for recycling.
By Mark Stigers 3 years ago in Fiction