Tuesday, 3 March 2015


Write a 500 word (give or take) story related to the prompt (either 2 photos or 1 photo/5 words)

In the case of 5 Words your words must be clearly indicated in the story
Please remember the photos used are the property of the WWBH Host in question (unless otherwise stated). While you are welcome to use the photo in your blogpost, please do not share as your own works (credit is very much appreciated).

Photo credit: Tena

And Your Five Words:
  • Mine
  • Resemble
  • Messenger
  • Crew
  • Gaunt

Please make mention that your story is for the Writer Wednesday Blog Hop (WWBH). While not required, a link to the hop is appreciated. Also appreciated is if you tag your story WWBH 

Here is my story: 

It really wasn't fair.  Gareth was always the messenger; he was always the one they picked on to trek up the lonely road to his grandparents’ place, just because he was the oldest boy.  There were telegraph poles lined along the dirt track, in this day and age they could have at least installed a telephone.  Grandpa and grandma didn't even have a television.  Gareth had no idea what they did all day; they were just two old folks who shuffled along in their tiny wooden shack that for some reason they refused to leave.

His friends at school often dared him to take them out there.  They had heard the rumours of an old gold mine up in the mountains, they talked of the gold that must be left in the old shaft, they could make a day of it and pan for gold in the river and then they would all be rich.

Billy and Joe and Pete discussed the merits of such an endeavour with Gareth.  They said they would be his crew and promised he could be their leader.   Gareth took it all in, he thought long and hard about it and especially today as he cycled along the uneven road, the speed limit sign mocked him, as if he could cycle that fast, he was only ten years old, his legs weren't powerful enough.  When he was older maybe, he could build up his muscles and stamina and maybe he could resemble Bradley Wiggins the famous cyclist he saw on the telly, thin powerful legs, pumping away in rhythm with the pounding of his heart. 

Gareth reached the cabin and called out to his grandparents.  A wavering wail came from within the wooden walls.  He stepped in to the dark and gloomy interior and saw his grandpa sitting in the rocking chair, a gaunt expression on his face.  He was holding a picture of his grandma in his hands.

‘She’s gone, lad, gone.’ His grandfather had tears mingling in amongst his whiskery beard.  ‘Last night she breathed her last.’

Gareth stared and stared at his grandpa. He didn't know what to do.  He moved to the settee and sat down amongst the piles of cushions his grandma always kept plumped up.  He looked again at his grandpa who was still rocking, back and forth, back and forth. 

Gareth spoke to his grandpa.  ‘What shall I do gramps?’

‘Go and fetch your dad, there’s a good lad,’ came the reply. 

Word count: 414

Friday, 27 February 2015

With Every Letter - The Cephalopod Coffeehouse: February 2015

The Cephalopod Coffeehouse: February 2015 

Welcome one and all to the Cephalopod Coffeehouse, a cozy gathering of book lovers, meeting to discuss their thoughts regarding the tomes they enjoyed most over the previous month.  Pull up a chair, order your cappuccino and join in the fun. 

This month has been a very average reading month and out of the six books I managed to read five were very so-so, although enjoyable enough nothing I’d really recommend, more books to fill in time.

Here follows my best book for the month of February 2015:

Picture from Amazon

With Every Letter
(Wings of the Nightingale BKI)
Sarah Sundin

Sarah Sundin is the author of A Distant Melody, A Memory Between Us, and Blue Skies Tomorrow. In 2011, A Memory Between Us was a finalist in the Inspirational Reader's Choice Awards, and Sarah received the Writer of the Year Award at the Mount Hermon Christian Writers Conference. A graduate of UC San Francisco School of Pharmacy, she works on-call as a hospital pharmacist. During WWII, her grandfather served as a pharmacist's mate (medic) in the Navy and her great-uncle flew with the US Eighth Air Force in England. Sarah lives in California with her husband and three children.

Approx. 432 pages
Book Description from Amazon
Publication Date: 1 Sept. 2012

They know everything about each other--except their real names.

Lt. Mellie Blake is looking forward to beginning her training as a flight nurse. She is not looking forward to writing a letter to a man she's never met--even if it is anonymous and part of a morale-building program. Lt. Tom MacGilliver, an officer stationed in North Africa, welcomes the idea of an anonymous correspondence--he's been trying to escape his infamous name for years.

As their letters crisscross the Atlantic, Tom and Mellie develop a unique friendship despite not knowing the other's true identity. When both are transferred to Algeria, the two are poised to meet face-to-face for the first time. Will they overcome their fears and reveal who they are, or will their future be held hostage by their pasts?

This is the first book in a trilogy following the lives of American flight nurses in WWII.  Our two main characters, Lt. Mellie Blake and Lt. TomMacGilliver are two people who have had a different upbringing to others, both from single parent families.  They both find it difficult to socialise with other people and add the extra tension of wartime to the mix creates a few more problems.  They ‘meet’ each through a scheme that is introduced for anonymous pen pals and let out their innermost thoughts and feelings secure in the knowledge that they will never meet.  

Lots of research has gone in to this book which shows in the flow of writing and enabling the reader to envisage the situation, sights and smells of what it was really like during those awful times.  There are Christian references throughout the book which didn't deter me from reading on.  

This is the first time I’ve read anything by this author and certainly won’t be the last time. This was a delightful read with good clean romance thrown in.