Ron Sparks Solution Architect, Author, Poet

CategoryFiction

Der AmerikanischE Postmeister

D

“Guten Morgen zusammen,” said Marion to the room as he walked into the office and hung his coat on the rack.  He smiled across the cube farm as a ragged chorus of “good morning,” “guten Morgen,” and “Hallo” returned.  He was proud of the efficiency of his team; the Washington, DC branch of the Amerikanisch Post was second to none in mail delivery and was the envy of mail branches across the...

Slave Race

S

Rel’lika looked at his new slave and wondered. Unlike slaves from the other ninety-three races the Yralen had subjugated, this particular slave refused to be broken. He was the hardest-working slave Rel’lika had ever owned – of that there was no doubt. Yet the slave defied him in subtle ways. He moved just a little too slow when responding to orders. He often forced Rel’lika to summon him twice...

The Knife of Time

T

“Damned savages,” snarled Gregory, one white-knuckled hand clutching the arrow in his shoulder as he fled into the undergrowth. The forest was unforgiving, the brambles and thorns piercing his standard issue authentic period garb. The natives pursuing him suffered none of the cuts and scrapes with their superior leathers. In modern, civilized, times this forest would be called “old growth.”...

Campaign Promises

C

“My fellow Namericans; if elected President I will make it my top priority to refreeze the icecaps and push back oceans to pre-century levels.  I will increase funding for aquatic clone nurseries and revitalize the life in our seas.  I will push for more algae farms on the oceans, reducing their acidity.” Senator Juan Martinez looked at his cue cards and frowned.  With a whip-arm...

Tripodia Prime

T

The inside of the Orion Nebula was little different than normal space.  Padraic was disappointed.  He wasn’t sure exactly what he had expected, but this wasn’t it.  He couldn’t even see the nebula from his vantage point deep inside it.  He had an easy view out of the nebula and there were no visible clouds of interstellar dust casting shadows, even though his...

Memorial Week

M

The Earth exploded again. Barkley scratched an itch under his nose and pretended he was outside, running through the grass, and not watching yet another holovideo of a two-hundred-year-old tragedy.  Memorial Week was not an event he looked forward too.  From the rapt looks on the faces of his classmates, Barkley knew he was the only on who felt that way. There was always something...

Rock Jakkers

R

“That looks like Mount Fuji,” said Holfer. “Can’t be,” replied Smitty, not looking up from his panel as he manuvered the mining skiff closer to the object of Holfer’s inspection.  “Rock jakkers from Ceres claimed Mount Fuji two years ago.” Holfer abandoned the view at the porthole and fell into his acceleration chair.  “I’m just saying it looks like Mount Fuji.  Not that it...

The Day We Lost Earth

T

We had almost no warning. Sensors picked up their blue shifted transition into normal space as they entered the Oort Cloud. It took the invaders a mere three months to reach Earth from that point. Every attempt at communication went unacknowledged. The closer the invader got, the more desperate and frenzied the communications attempts became. It was obvious that their technology was superior to...

Serpent’s Fang

S

I knew not from whence the sword came. Forsooth, I cared not. The glory and heady days of youth were but distant memories and the only steel needed I was in my hoe and the pin in the ox’s yoke. Twas sorcery most foul; that was obvious ere I saw it or knew it for a sword. It spake words of terrible magic from inside my hovel. Nay, verily it sang. The sweat on my brow, laid there by a day of toil...

Worst Superpower Ever

W

“You sure you’re a superhero?” asked the cop. His reservations were evident, and Jenny, AKA The Wisp, couldn’t blame him. He ignored the two unconscious felons at his feet, having already cuffed them when he arrived and found Jenny standing over them. “You have my wallet, officer,” she said as she wrapped the coarse blanket around her torso. She had more experience than most with the safety and...

Ron Sparks Solution Architect, Author, Poet

Ron Sparks

Ron Sparks is a technology professional, science fiction and fantasy author and poet living in Munich, Bavaria. His latest book "ONI: Satellite Earth Series Book 1" is available on Amazon.com.

Welcome

A man of many passions, I lay claim to a myriad of interests and hobbies. Among them, I am an amateur astronomer, an avid motorcycle rider, a whiskey aficionado, a (poor) surfer, a scuba diver, a martial artist, a student of philosophy, a proponent of critical thinking, a technologist, an entrepreneur, a cancer survivor, and I harbor a lifelong love of science fiction and fantasy. Feel free to strike up a conversation on the social networks below.

Select a Category to Browse

Follow me on Twitter