David Foard - Published Author

KATHRINE AND THE REALM OF HOLES by David Foard

Chapter One…

There once was a sad child, more miserable than all the other children in her school. Her name was Kathrine and she was unhappier than the other boys and girls because she had lost her imagination.

When her friends played in the school yard, Kathrine never joined in, because she couldn’t imagine a make-believe field with castles and kings, or ever conceive of herself as a princess, rescued by knights in shining armour and riding great white horses.

One day while other children played pirates, Kathrine wandered to the far corner of the school field, sat among the long grass and concealed herself from her friends.

Even now she couldn’t imagine anything. Couldn’t even… Continue reading KATHRINE AND THE REALM OF HOLES

CHAPTER EIGHT

The Illawarra highway goes from coast to Highlands, through and over the Macquarie Pass. It links the Princes Highway at Albion Park Rail, to Moss Vale and the F5 Freeway between Sydney and Canberra.

It climbs the escarpment, coils back on itself as it twists and turns, until the dark red soil of Robertson on the tableland, flattens from the rain-forest catchment.

From the rocky outcrop at the top, the road is hidden beneath a canopy of trees. Only the thin white ribbon of the rivulet can be seen cascading over waterfalls, winding into the deep green undergrowth below.

After a night of rain, followed by a balmy morning of summer sun, a mist rises from the forest, like a grey beard on the… Continue reading Chapter Eight

CHAPTER SEVEN

We had arrived at the single storey house at Riddington Place in late afternoon, just before the sun hits you smack in the eye as you drive. I parked the car on the road and looked at the building.

It was a typical three bedroom brick home, with a large gum tree on the lawn. Beneath the front steps, leading to a redwood carved door, was a neat flower garden, covered with black plastic to keep down the weeds, white pebbles to make it presentable to the eye, and surrounded by treated log sleepers. The shrubs and Poinsettia were in full bloom.

A concrete driveway led to a separate garage at the rear of the building, while the red brick with green tiled roof, gave… Continue reading Chapter Seven

CHAPTER SIX

Clair James was a small woman, no more than five foot two or three. Her round, pleasant face was now distorted under the burden of losing her child. The once bright eyes were red from constant lack of sleep, and her hair, which fell lank around her face, had lost its blond luster.

We sat in her one bedroom unit in Corrimal street. The building was small, old and in desperate need of repair. But inside it was neat, yet somewhat second-handish, if you understand what I mean. None of the furniture was anywhere near like new, but the place was well kept, clean and tidy, yet hardly looked large enough for two.

“I-I’m sorry,” she whispered, barely discernible, nervously twisting a wedding ring, round… Continue reading Chapter Six

A Reason To Live – A Reason To Die: by David Foard

I have carefully considered what to do with some of my fiction and None-fiction works including the Award winning entries and Short Stories previously published.

So this is going to be something of an experiment to see what kind of reaction I get from you (my readers) and if there is a reasonable way to secure my copyright while presenting everything in the ‘Open’ as it were.

The Internet can be such an impersonal place.

I want to change that so have decided to offer the first three chapters from my novel ‘A reason… Continue reading A Reason To Live – A Reason To Die