Solveig Werner

Category: Short Stories

  • The darker season

    The darker season

    It was November, it was definitely November. Rachel looked out the window. Rain was pouring down from the grey almost black sky. November. What a month. No light. Rachel grabbed her bag, her umbrella and glanced at her feet. The shoes, that she was wearing were most certainly not going…

  • Wings

    Wings

    She had been blessed with natural beauty. He studied her sun-kissed face. There was not even the slightest hint of makeup. Yet, he felt that she was more beautiful than any girl that had ever been this close to him. “Hatchi” she sneezed. “Sorry”, she muttered while trying to regain…

  • Innocent Harvest

    She stuffed another hand of raspberries into her tiny mouth. Mmm, what a taste! “Louise?” mother’s voice called from a nearby bush. The girl looked up smiling, her porcelain face covered by pink sticky bliss. “Let me see your basket!” On her way to her mother, she plucked another fruit…

  • The Winds of Change and Continuity

    The Winds of Change and Continuity

    The Winds of Change and Continuity Jean-Jacques rolled up the sails of his windmill, made sure that everything was in order before he headed home after a very long day. A strong wind had woken him during the night, a wind like he was lucky to have once or twice…

  • First Concert

    First Concert Friday Fiction with Ronovan Writes Prompt Challenge #24-A Concert/AStoryADay May 2016 Ready for a stern lecture on why they should not be going to a concert, especially seen the security threat of the moment, Abby and Ginny were sitting on the sofa. Their dad sat down on the coffee…

  • Y is for You #AtoZChallenge

    Y is for You “Where do you come from?” He asked gazing at her. “I come from wherever you would like me to come from, as for I have no origin nor precise destination!” she replied. “You, you, you know?” he stuttered, turing a bit red in the face, “you…

  • X is for Xavier #AtoZChallenge

    X is for Xavier Xavier rolled his cigarette and gave a sign to the waitress that he was in dire need of another coffee. He opened his battered canvas bag and produced an almost as battered looking stack of newspapers. 

  • O is for Orange #AtoZChallenge

    O is for Orange Her hair was orange – a short story Her hair was orange. He could remember her carrot, or was it security vest orange, hair like as if it was yesterday that he saw her.  In reality, it had been a few years since he first and…

  • In The Attic

    “Where are you?” little Mike called out, no longer motivated to play hide and seek, reluctantly he climbed up the ladder to the attic. His older sister would surely not be hiding up there in the haunted place? “Where are you?” little Mike called out again. “I give up you know,…

  • Of Finding Oneself

    Of Finding Oneself Anja closed her eyes. There was just too much going on. Her manager had been stern with her minutes earlier as she had not finished her presentation on time, could he not understand? There was too much going on today. Anja could hear every siren, every striking…

  • Young Love

    Young Love His lips on hers, her lips on his. Their kiss was full of youth, full of love, and full of joy. Slowly they stepped backwards, feeling the tingle on their lips. They opened their eyes, which had been closed during the embrace and slowly raised their looks. Sparkling…

  • The Taxi Driver

    Before going into retirement Mr. P. took a job as a Parisian taxi driver. He knew when he decided to pursue this profession that when retirement would come, his life would not be a joy ride. But life as a taxi driver is no joy ride either. He told himself…

  • Fontaine de l’Étoile de Montaigu or The Fountain of Love a short story

    Fontaine de l’Etoile de Montaigu In the heart of the French kings’ hunting grounds one can, under contrition to keep the eyes and spirit open, come across a magical fountain or spring. It is the Fountaine de l’Étoile de Montaigu or in English: Fountain of the Montague Star.  Already the name is rich…

  • The invisible scar – #BlogBattle

    “Why can I not reach you? Why are you closing yourself off to me?” he asked. “I am sorry, I don’t want to be this cold towards you.” she replied with a fragile voice. “Where has all your strength gone? I see you as such a strong …” his words…

  • Locked love in Paris

    The key settled at the bottom of the Seine. Amongst so many others, that were already rusting away. At the same time the young lovers on the bridge were locked in a deep kiss. Each one still holding an open hand over the railing. They had decided to lock in their…