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

Who is Francis Rosenfeld?

Question: “Where did you grow up and how did your early experiences influence your writing?” Answer: “I grew up in Glenorchy, Tassie. My parents lived on a little piece of land, half cherry orchard, half vineyard, a few hundred feet from the Cadbury factory, practically my entire childhood smelled like chocolate. My parents didn’t raise me in… Continue reading