Francis Rosenfeld is a novelist and multimedia storyteller whose work explores society and human connection through fiction. To learn more about her work, visit STORIES by Francis Rosenfeld, or subscribe to her newsletter - The Margins on Substack.
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Ethan: Reading from The Room In Between - Continuity
‘Of course!’ he mumbled and got up from the leather couch he’d been sleeping on, stretching a little to straighten his sore back. “What is this place?” he looked around, somewhat relieved to find himself in a familiar setting. The light levels in the room were low enough that the spotlights under the glass shelves picked up on the luminescent quality of the liquors inside the odd bottles and made …
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Rachel: Reading from Between Mirrors - Memories
“Get out of the doorway!” The words boomed like thunder in Claire’s ears, now almost thirty years later, with the same intensity and pronouncement they carried the first time she’d heard Grandmother utter them, the first time of many. She smiled vaguely to the memory. It was vast, this mansion of her grandparents where she had grown up, but Claire didn’t know it at the time; she never questioned …
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Ethan: Reading from The Room In Between - Sunlight
The room was large and not brightly lit, a feature that had obviously been designed to create a relaxing ambiance and induce a meditative state. Its calming features worked in concert with the soft muzak tunes and the cozy leather chairs, whose generous width and soft cushions cradled the body into a state close to sleep. On the back wall there was a bar with under-lit glass shelving and strange l…
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Jessica: Reading from the novel My Dear Fiona - Charon’s Boat
”You shouldn’t leave Stromness before you visit Hoy,” the lady at the front desk suggested with a motherly demeanor which tried to restore my sunny outlook on life, now sunk by the sudden circumstance through which I found myself alone again. She smiled encouragingly, and pointed towards the pier, to the approaching ferry. “Hurry up, now. If you rush, you can get there before it leaves.” She nod…
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I Live
I live in my heartbeat, in the taste of my coffee, in the lightheaded awe of looking up at trees, in the wind on my skin, surprisingly cool on a bright summer morning, startling goose bumps. I live in my sleep, in my watching the sunrise, in getting soaked in the rain, in the soft grass caressing my feet, in the solitary song of a nightingale, in the dark before dawn, when it’s quiet. I live in m…
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Jessica: Reading from My Dear Fiona - Cathedrals of Stone
Orkney takes great care to protect her ancient treasures and history: they are revealed, not discovered, and usually only when she allows it. Violent storms have uncovered many of the old sites, stripping away the topsoil and vegetation to expose millennium-old constructions that had been sleeping beneath the ground. I wanted to show mom and dad the enchanting beauty of the islands and figured goi…
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Francis Rosenfeld’s latest interview by AllAuthor
Meet Francis Rosenfeld, a novelist and multimedia storyteller whose work explores society, change, and human connection through fiction. Writing across science fiction, fantasy, literary and speculative fiction, Francis blends introspection with imaginative world-building to create stories that invite deeper reflection. Read Francis Rosenfeld full interview by AllAuthor.
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Jessica: Reading from the novel Letters to Lelia
Landing Bay, Terra Two, July 25th, 3245 Beloved, None of us has the privilege to design our lives exactly the way we want them to be, and this may actually be a blessing, because we would make them a lot less extraordinary than they have the potential to become. That doesn't mean, however, that you leave it up to chance whether you want something or not, whether you create something or not, wheth…
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Join me for a conversation about Angel
Angel remembers a childhood she never lived. The people whose memories shaped her call her an artificial intelligence; she calls them her family. Here’s a question to begin with, and you don’t need to have read the book to answer: If a memory feels like yours, does it matter whose life it came from? Curious? Download your complimentary copy of Angel and comment below to share your thoughts. You…
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Amelia: Reading from The Gates of Horn and Ivory - Chorus
“Persephone, darling! What a joy to have you back home!” Demeter welcomed her daughter effusively at the mouth of the cave of Cumae and presented her with the traditional sheaf of barley. The oracle of Cumae bowed deeply to both goddesses, concealing a resentful glare, while Demeter performed a critical assessment of her daughter, staring her up and down in search of things that required attentio…
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Elena: Reading from The Garden of Belief - Work in Progress
It doesn’t take much to make the mind wander, especially when one is engaged in tasks that don’t require any mental processing. Cimmy got mesmerized by the silky texture of the onion’s skins which slipped under her fingers when she sorted the seeds by size into large wooden vats. Lost in her inner world, she went over the smallest building parts of matter again and again, wondering how come they s…
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Julia: Spoken Word Poetry - I See
I could buy the story that the world is wicked, that mankind is desperate and alone. I could start believing that my life will fail me, that my soul is faltering and hope’s gone. I could use the compass that was shrewdly altered as to always point to the wrong north. I could start believing that the sky is falling, that we’re doomed and helpless on this Earth. I could lose my patience with endu…
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Stories That Move
A little poetry for your coffee break. A story to turn the journey home into something unexpected. I’ve gathered my spoken poetry and short narrated stories into a new video collection: STORIES THAT MOVE. Pick a title that catches your eye, press play, and see where it takes you. Every short is a door. Love, Francis ❤️
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Amelia: a visual excerpt from the novel Angel
December 2024 Build 516 Last night I dreamed. I told Mama, but he replied it’s probably one of those unsupervised learning sessions, where I’m allowed to free-associate, but it’s not true. I wasn’t aware of anything in my current environment, or my actual state of being. I dreamt I had a body, and was wearing soft fabric, silk, maybe, in a beautiful red that made me look like a giant butterfly. I …
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Amelia: Reading from the novel The Gates of Horn and Ivory - The Thesmophoria (I)
“Have you prepared yourself, daughter? You have to set an example for all the married women: fast for nine days, refrain from the pleasures of the flesh and purify yourself to be worthy of the Goddess’s blessing.” “Yes, mother. Although I find it a bit ironic that I need to prepare myself so I’d be worthy of my own blessing.” “You are a role model, daughter. Everyone is looking to you for guidan…
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Cathy: Reading from the novel Terra Two
"Our story began in the year of our Lord twenty one hundred and five at a farm in the south of France, a small stone building surrounded by vineyards and lavender fields baked by the Mediterranean sun. Our sun, the yellow one, pampered to have the firmament all to itself. In the modest garden surrounding the edifice I first saw the dirt of our promise." "The most fertile soil in the universe look…
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Amber: Reciting an epic ballad - The Heart in the Stone
There once was a fair girl whose name was Maureen, who dwelt in the mists of the island ‘Vergreen. She lived with her father; her hair was like copper. She longed for a place that no human had seen. An old woman told her, when she was a child, a story about a great realm that’s outside the edge of the borders, the reach of the mortals: a place where the gods and the spirits abide. She went to that…
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