Ron Sparks Solution Architect, Author, Poet

CategorySpeculative Fiction

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...

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 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...

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...

The Knife of Time


“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


“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...

Worst Superpower Ever


“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...

The Bang Stick


Alasie set her ulu down and wiped the gore from her hands. The seal would feed her family for weeks, but cutting through the blubber and harvesting the meat was hard work. Though the air was chill and the wind biting, sweat marked her brow. With clean hands, she reached into her bag and withdrew her most prized possession; a pocket watch given to her by a trader from one of the big boats that...



“It’s happened again.” Milla ran an ash-covered hand across the heavy lids of her eyes and turned her gaze towards her partner. The reports had been coming in all night long; people, most of them teenagers, all over the city becoming comatose and unresponsive. Not just a few reported incidents, but hundreds of them so far with more coming in every few minutes. Local police and medical were so...

Common ANcestor


Wynona rubbed the lump on the back of her head in sullen silence as Maxine and Carla laughed at her.  The iceball had caused her to see stars and fall to the ground in shocked agony.  Iceballs were illegal according to the unspoken rules of schoolyard snowball fights, but Maxine and Carla didn’t care.  They went out of their way to badger her, and often recruited others in the...

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


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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