Ron Sparks Solution Architect, Author, Poet


Her Pet Alligator, Chompers


I had a dog, a parakeet, and a cat. All of which I didn’t appreciate. My job was to walk the dog, feed the parakeet, and clean the cats’ litter box. Still, today was bring your pet to school day, and I’d opted to bring Sylvester, the parakeet. He was in his cage by the merry-go-round, ignored by all except Mark Wynn’s cat, who was suspiciously eyeing the bird. We were all waiting for the class...

The Resin Rose

The Resin Rose

Misi held up the clear-plastic orb, a beatific smile splitting her narrow face. “This is the rose you gave me on our first date.” Gero looked from the lawn mower engine he’d been repairing to the flower, wrapped in resin and cupped in Misi’s hands. Wiping greasy hands on his trousers, he took the ornament from his girlfriend, frowning. He turned it over and inspected it from all angles...

Zombie Gobble Gobble


We always joked about the zombie apocalypse. Zombies were pop-culture favorites on social media, television, and in our books and periodicals. We loved zombies; they were a mindless, fictional, enemy against which we had no moral qualms for killing. Imagine our surprise when the zombie apocalypse actually occurred, and took an unexpected twist none could foresee. The death of humanity began so...

The Old Magic Assassin

The Old Magic Assassin

Mike looked down at the corpse.  It wasn’t like he’d had a choice in the killing, any more than the elf’d had in the dying.  Still, the regret Mike felt was genuine.  There were so few elves left in the world that to kill even one was a loss. The elven body at his feet began to hiss and smoke as the transformation started.  The ethereal armor that only the Fae could wear...

George Gets Abducted Again


“Don’t worry,” said George to Cleetus as he stepped onto the organic metal plank that had oozed from the spaceship. “I’ll be back by mornin’. I always am.” — Z’tX1 extended a visipod to examine the new specimen as it lumbered on two ungainly legs into the cargo bay. How it stayed upright was beyond the Klamarian, who considered four legs the bare minimum necessary for proper locomotion. Six...

The Flash


Harriet stared into the dead eyes of her husband, too shell shocked to grieve any more.  She’d watched in helpless despair as her parents, her children and her husband had taken ill, and died, over the past twenty four hours.  They’d been healthy, all of them.  They’d been happy.  Alive.  Now, they were dead, all in their beds. She expected she’d be next, and she was...

The Alien Machine


“You can’t tell anyone,” said Teesha for the tenth time today as they approached the settlement. Her hands were on her hips and she thrust her chin out the way she always did when she was giving orders. “Promise.” Davon frowned and repeated the same argument they always had at this point, “Why not? This is kind of a big deal.” “No,” said his sister, “If the adults find out they’ll take it away...

The Aliens Were Back


“Don’t bend over yet, George,” I said, speaking between my teeth while I smiled at the alien on my lawn, “It may not be that kind of probe.” The metal arm that extended from the alien’s floating robot was distressingly large, with way too many whirring lights and sharp edges. I couldn’t imagine how it could be a probe. Then again, this was my second abduction. George had had a dozen. Our cows...

The Tome of Ragabel


“You don’t strike me as foolish,” hissed the mage. “I’ll ask again; where is the Tome of Ragabel?” Mariel, thief and adventurer, noted the thin blue line that ran up the sorcerer’s arm as his spell held her immobile.  He was the victim of a basilisk curse; when that line reached his heart, he would become stone. “I’ll kill you before I die!” he threatened. His only hope lay in the Tome of...

Der AmerikanischE Postmeister


“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...

Ron Sparks Solution Architect, Author, Poet

Ron Sparks

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


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.

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