The Plant – A Steampunk Story

A story of man versus plant, plant versus machine and all the complexities in between. In the end the plant wins, since life always finds a way to elevate itself. But so does man. And so does the machine. Or whatever you want to call what it became. Find it on Amazon and Smashwords

My name is Rosemary

“This is my room!” Rosemary thought. She couldn’t remember how she got there, or anything else about her life before being in it. From the rocker she was resting in she could see playful blue and golden patterns on the wall and large French doors that opened onto a balcony overlooking the ocean. The wind… Continue reading

The candle

She kept the candle lit, so luck would find her, that’s what her grandmother had taught her since she was a little girl. “Light a candle,” grandma said, “so your heart is also filled with light!” Wouldn’t you know it, that candle brought her many things over the years, not just luck alone: hope through… Continue reading

Letters to Lelia – Letter Nine – Just Being (excerpt)

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Remember the expedition to the Eta Carinae nebula? You and your classmates must have been four or five, just starting the plant genetics introductory class, and Sarah thought it would be a wonderful idea to send you on a little field trip to make observations about one of the planetoids’ various climatic zones and maybe… Continue reading

Sara

Sara stared intently at the white sheet and rested the tip of the pen on the top right corner of the paper, hesitating. She didn’t know how to start the letter to her mother who had rigorous standards for the quality of writing: a brilliant psychiatry professor, she tended to run everything she read through… Continue reading

Generations – Chapter 8 – Of love and parenting

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Sarah kept grinning a smile of pure joy at the return of the prodigal um, delighting over the fresh image of it peacefully snoozing in its bed. As she poured the coffee in her poppy colored cup she remembered the little lights at the center of Sys’s palms. “What on earth was that?” she wondered…. Continue reading

Terra Two – Chapter 1

Chapter 1 “I, the most humble Mother Joachima, now in the one hundred and sixteenth year of my life, in obedience to the request of Mother Superior, was entrusted with chronicling the beginnings of our mission here on Terra Two and the first hundred years of terra forming.” “Many people would have been better suited… Continue reading

The box

“You are wrong, there are only ten.” “No, there are not, trust me, there are eleven.” “Ten.” “Eleven.” “You don’t know what you are talking about, there are twelve”, said a skinny youngster with an unsteady adolescent voice that broke on strong vowels like a yodel. “Care to count them, nerd-face?”  a tall girl with glasses… Continue reading

Of art, expression and feelings

“What are you doing?!” Jacob’s mother’s voice thundered from behind, startling him. Jacob looked puzzled at his mother and wondered what was her problem. He had been hard at work painting a watercolor crayon masterpiece on his bedroom wall and he was very happy with the results. His little tongue stuck out through the front teeth… Continue reading

Flying castle

“What are you doing, Jenny?” “Nothing, mommy”, the little freckled face replied, fumbling quickly to shove a wobbly paper craft under the bed. She had been working on it all morning and she didn’t want to show it until it was finished. Mommy couldn’t help her curiosity and cast a lingering glance in the general… Continue reading