Splarks is a short story project. Irreverent. Absurd. Amusing. Intelligent. Plucky. Optimistic. Underdog power. Underwombat power. Sometimes even undermonotreme power.
As spoken by my beloved Welcome to Nightvale: “for the weirdo in your life, even if that weirdo is …
Otherworldly Music is a flash fiction project inspired by music that blurs the line between the mundane and the magical. It’s otherworldly music: the kind of music that suggests dreams, the interdimensional, altered states, and the in-between.
I listen, I …
I help frustrated creatives and disheartened geniuses put words to their great work in the world.
Creatives and geniuses have to decide daily whether to sacrifice their awe-inspiring talent …
On Sunday he comes to your door with a dead bat and marigolds in an old violin case. You groan inwardly (hasn’t he found a place to haunt yet?), but you can’t just leave him on the steps, can you?
On a windy autumn night of my childhood, I dreamed that a tall young man opened a door in a tree for me. A dim blue light enveloped the stairs that led down the tree trunk. Uncertain but unwilling to
The jungle leaves its noise under layers of grimy stones and dead vines. Thick air muffles the insect wings, bird calls, and my footsteps. The parrots watch as I pick through the silent ruins. Occasionally I speak in desperation to
The dream highway ran the narrow strip between the surf and the forest, and we drove alongside a ditch with its invasion of elephantine, doe-eyed marine creatures. I forget the species’ name, but I saw the flicker of their forked
When you’re shipwrecked and cannot die, the page of your book never turns. You live one endless day of saltwater, wind, and the veiny red behind closed eyelids. The water will not burn your tongue nor your guts, but neither
One flower in my hand for a genie, and another in my hair for an angel. I’ve woken up in the wrong world again, this time in the place where the residents float, shine and beam. But my feet touch
The professor stood at the water’s edge and gave his lecture to the seals. They watched suspiciously, squirming to better assess the haggard old man who stepped closer to the water with each word. They chose to keep their distance.
Each raindrop shudders as crystalline structures burst out, the air permeated by the wet hiss of their data transfer. I close my
Many Splarks stories exhibit extreme optimism and uplifting stories about plucky, weird animals overcoming the odds and achieving their dreams. Well, here’s one for you pessimists out there who are tired of goodness and determination. Revel in some doom and …
