Solveig Werner

Author: Solveig

  • A book review – “The Tramp – Book one of the Bound Chronicles” by Sarah Wathen

    Tourists rarely come to Shirley County, it seems that when they do it’s because they are a bit lost. Shirley County, and not its inhabitants, is hostile towards outsiders. Still Candy Vale cannot imagine leaving, and that with her childhood having been marked by troublesome events. Even though there are many…

  • Stealing Horses – Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

    “Do you remember, my love, the time when we were young?” her sky blue eyes were suddenly sparkling with life. “What do you mean Marguerite?” Theodor asked is beloved wife, suffering from dementia, he was not used to her remembering things or even recognising him. “When we were sixteen”, she…

  • Allergic to letter ‘e’ challenge

    This morning when I checked WP, I realised that I had been tagged in the Allergic to letter ‘e’ challenge by my blogging friend Lrod. As it is a fun and quick challenge I would like to nominate the following people: Melissa Barker-Simpson Kim L Hine  S D Gates  Evelyne Holingue …

  • The joys of summer

    Out of  the cool train she stepped, into blazing summer heat. The old fashioned whistle sounded as she straightened her golden hair. “Beautiful there you are!” her grandmother was approaching and looked sceptical at all the luggage. “I thought re-told you not to bring too much we are equipped you know”.…

  • I am in trouble

    It seems that I am in trouble. Yesterday, and the day before yesterday, S. told me off for not writing lately, and he’s not been happy about the fact that I have been neglecting my blog. I have been doing so, yes I have neglected writing and blogging a lot…

  • If we were having coffee – 23 May 2015

    If we were having coffee, I’d offer you a glass of water, it is quite warm here, so I am sure you’ll enjoy it. I’d tell you that once again I am a bit short on time for this post, but then writing posts quickly is turning into a sport. I…

  • Some ghosts are adorable – a book review and recommendation – “From Cornflakes to Eternity” by S.D. Gates

    6 year old Allie sees her lifeless body in a hospital before moving on into the afterworld. But her stay there is only brief, invested with a mission the child ghost is sent back to the paediatric hospital where she has just died. In the book From Cornflakes to Eternity S.D. Gates…

  • He dug into the earth – 10 minutes flash fiction

    He dug into the earth, his fingers and hands covered in soft dirt, he retrieved the first carrot of the year. Wow he thought to himself as he brushed off some of the dirt. In his hands he was holding a massive carrot. Its orange was strong. This was of…

  • Der Schock

    Die eisige Kälte riss sie aus dem Schlaf. Ginia saß aufrecht in ihrem Bett. Warum war es denn bloß so kalt? Wo war ihre Decke, ihr Kopfkissen? Hecktisch fing sie an um sich herum nach ihrem Handy zu suchen, ihre Finger tasteten nach ihrem Nachtisch, der war nicht da, sie fühlte…

  • If we were having coffee – 16 May 2015

    Good morning, if we were having coffee, as usual I’d propose something different. I am sitting here with some good Puh Erh, so I would propose you some of that. If we were having coffee, well then I’d tell you that I am happy that I managed to squeeze you…

  • Ein wirrer Mischmasch – “Ruhm Ein Roman in neun Geschichten” von Daniel Kehlmann

    Mit Hilfe von neun verschiedenen Kurzgeschichten erzählt Daniel Kehlmann eine Geschichte. Von was handeln sie? Oder von wem? Ich weiss leider nicht so recht. Eigentlich fängt alles gut an, eine super Kurzgeschichte über einen Mann der sich ein Handy gekauft hat. Aber nicht irgend ein Handy, nein, sondern eins mit…

  • Post A to Z Road Trip

    Yesterday, I signed up for the Post A-to-Z Road Trip, on the A to Z Challenge page (thanks for the image included in this post) so in a way this post should have gone up then (I am writing this yesterday, HA!) and this very post is taking the slot…

  • Derriere la gare Saint Lazare

    Dans des rues tristes et grises je me promène. Il pleut. La pluie, elle ne me derange pas, j’ai un parapluie. Ici, personne ne vient par hazard. Ceux qui viennent, ici, ont un but (précis). une destination. Les touristes ne se perdent pas ici, derriere la gare de Saint Lazare,…

  • My first award and my recent achievements

    Yesterday Melissa Barker-Simpson nominated me for my fist ever blogging award, the Real Neat Blog Award. And guess what, I am flattered to be considered for an award. Melissa, thank you so much! As it seems to be the tradition with awards, she has asked all of her nominees a…

  • An unlikely death

    She dried her tears with her handkerchief. There he lay, helpless, lifeless, cold, so fragile and so small in his wafer thin coffin. He, who had been her best friend, her true love, her soulmate, her little brother, her twin. Mother had always been worried about his health. The doctor…