http://www.davidfoard.com How to write and get published on the Internet Tue, 07 Feb 2012 01:39:24 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 http://www.davidfoard.com/chapter-eight http://www.davidfoard.com/chapter-eight#comments Mon, 22 Mar 2010 00:23:22 +0000 David http://www.davidfoard.com/?p=1341 Continue reading Chapter Eight]]> http://www.davidfoard.com/chapter-eight/feed/ 0 http://www.davidfoard.com/chapter-seven http://www.davidfoard.com/chapter-seven#comments Mon, 22 Mar 2010 00:13:12 +0000 David http://www.davidfoard.com/?p=1339 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]]> http://www.davidfoard.com/chapter-seven/feed/ 0 http://www.davidfoard.com/chapter-six http://www.davidfoard.com/chapter-six#comments Mon, 22 Mar 2010 00:00:53 +0000 David http://www.davidfoard.com/?p=1337 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]]> http://www.davidfoard.com/chapter-six/feed/ 0 http://www.davidfoard.com/my-reasons http://www.davidfoard.com/my-reasons#comments Fri, 19 Mar 2010 07:13:59 +0000 David http://www.davidfoard.com/?p=571 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]]> http://www.davidfoard.com/my-reasons/feed/ 0 http://www.davidfoard.com/prologue http://www.davidfoard.com/prologue#comments Fri, 19 Mar 2010 07:13:58 +0000 David http://www.davidfoard.com/?p=551 PROLOGUE CYPRUS 1955. It was late afternoon when a man, aged before his years, came down from the northern Pentadaktylos mountains. For him, the stone path which led to the stone cottage had become refuge, become home again, despite the troubles. He had seen trouble before, of course, had dealt with it in his own fashion. Now all he wanted was to be left in peace with his sons, his herd of goats, and his memories. A smile crossed his dry lips as he thought of her. The way she would look at him, how her bright eyes sparkled and danced under the light from a full moon, and how she made fun of his dark skin and brown gaze. And he remembered too, the lilt in Continue reading Prologue]]> http://www.davidfoard.com/prologue/feed/ 0