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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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 7 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 7 months ago in Chapters
The Psychospheric War Engine
The Circuit Things Tim had started dreaming in blueprints. Not paper and ink, but pulsing, tangled circuit webs — strange architectures of copper and sinew, etched in neural fire and fungal logic. They came at night. When he was asleep. When the veil between himself and everything else thinned.
By Mark Stigers 8 months ago in Horror
The Pickle War
“Sporelight” It started with the dogs. They stopped barking at 3:17 PM. Every day. Like a switch flipped. The first week, folks chalked it up to heat, boredom, maybe some kind of whistle. The second week, Pastor Linney said it was “a divine silence.” By the third week, the dogs were sitting in neat little rows, staring east, tails perfectly still.
By Mark Stigers 8 months ago in Fiction
