Interdimensional Losers
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
A Bit of Neural Interference in the Collective Unconsciousness
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
Dorcas the Squirrel and the Quest to Kill Mother Nature
Ever notice how so many Splarks stories feature downtrodden scapegoats who eventually transcend their handicaps? Inspiring with its
Top Ten Reasons Why I Stopped Writing Stories and Started Making Lists
Bloggers and journalists insist that people love to read lists. Will Splarks ever succumb to the unending List-o-philia
Splarks Hypothetical Press: Your Source of Eminently Pukable Writing
Recently I went through the Writer’s Market, the famous directory of magazines and newspapers accepting freelance submissions. It