#WWBH Blog Hop – Kick Off: July 09, 2014

I had nearly forgotten that this week was my week to host the blog hop…  Nearly, but not quite.  I think it’s safe to say that all the ladies here at WWBH have a lot on our plates, but one thing we’ll never miss (or skip) is the weekly Wednesday Writer Blog Hop:


Before we head in to this week’s Blog Hop Kick-Off, let’s take a look at last week’s entries (just don’t forget to return back here when your done):

Fast Growing Cancer (by Tena Carr)

Things I know (by Scott Taylor)

The Flight (by Sally’s Scribbles)

OK, so now that your back…  I know the past couple weeks we’ve been doing one picture 5 words so I think I’m gonna shake things up a bit and go for 2 photos this week. I’m tempted to REALLY shake things up and combine the two types of WWBH and go for 2 photos ANDDDD  5 words – LOL.  But I’ll be nice (but you never know if or when I might change my mind 😉 😛

So here’s your 2 photos:




And for a refresher, don’t forget:

1) You MUST use both photos in your story

2) 500 Word Limit (or close to it – hey we’re not counting)

3) Link to the linky frog below – URL, Name, and eMail (or comment to your host:  Leanne, Heather, Debb, or myself)

4) Most important is to have fun and don’t stress/ panic/ lose sleep/freak out. Just let those juices flow.  We look forward to reading your stories.


#WWBH (My Story) – Fast Spreading Cancer


Mandatory words:

caffeine, reindeer, press, wig, barber

Jenny pressed the cup she held, with the last of the caffeine laden coffee dregs in it, to her lips as she watched the landing gears lower through the window she sat near.  The coffee was now cold and bitter causing Jenny to scrunch up her face in disgust.  There wasn’t even any cream or sugar to add.  But she desperately needed the caffeine to wake up after the sleepless night she’d had, so she decided to just drink it black.  Definitely not her usual, but she’d take what she could get at this point.  When she was able to catch a few winks (between flight transfers)  she would end up dreaming of reindeers of all things.

As the plane slowly descended towards the airport, Jenny thought about the events that brought her to the red-eye flight.

“Cancer”  That was what the word the doctor had used according to Jenny’s sister Rhina.  Their stout hard working mother, who was hardly ever sick a day in her life, had cancer.  They still weren’t entirely sure where exactly the cancer was in her body other than it was originating somewhere in the abdominal region  and that it was, apparently, growing faster than anticipated.  When  Rhina had first gotten the news  she had contacted Jenny right away to inform her promising to keep her up-to-date, but had told her that there wasn’t any need, at that time, for Jenny to spend the money to fly clear across the continent to be there.  Rhina new that finances were tight for Jenny and that a plane ticket would be expensive.

Now, barely two months after the first mention of Cancer,  Jenny found herself on a red-eye flight flying into Portland International.  It had been the only flight she could get on such short notice  and even then there had been a couple transfers involved.  Not to mention she had maxed out her credit card buying the plane ticket.

Jenny could still hear the tears in Rhina’s voice when she had called to tell Jenny that she needed to get home to Harbor as soon as possible.  Apparently mom had collapsed during a visit to the local barber (the only one in town) who also specialized in wigs.  She had been taken by ambulance to the hospital where the doctor had given the news that the cancer had spread rapidly despite attempts at a cure.  The prognosis was bad and the doctor wasn’t giving much hope.  Rhina had pretty much decided that the best thing to do was to stop treatment and let their mom die peacefully (or as peacefully as possible), but she had said she would wait till Jenny got there to make any final decisions.
Jenny tossed the coffee cup into the trash bag that the flight attendant was carrying down the aisle to collect last minute trash before final descent  and tightened her seat belt.  One last flight, this time aboard an even smaller Cessna 182 and she’d be home in Harbor.
This story is dedicated to my Mother-In-Law Leta Mae (spelling?)  who died of fast spreading abdominal cancer in 2007.  She was a wonderful women and I treasure the times I got to spend with her getting to know her.  Most of the events of this story are fictional but much is also based on actual events.


#WWBH Blog Hop – Kick Off: June 18, 2014

Here we go loopty loo, here we go loopty write…. Ok so that’s not how it goes, but here goes Debb Stanton with this week’s hope, I mean hop.

Well, it’s another Wednesday – another midweek – and another chance to participate in this blog hop! Curiously enough, I had typed the title as “blog hope” and thought, why yes, I do have hope that you’ll enjoy participating as much as we do. 🙂

Here are the stories submitted for last week’s hop. Give them a whirl and check ’em out!
1. Thank Goodness by Debb Stanton
2. Moongrape by Luccia Gray

Here are the instructions on how to do the blog hop:

1) Write a short story (500 words or less) incorporating both photographs.

2) Stay with the 500-word limit.

3) Craft and link your post by next Tuesday evening (10:00 p.m. PST).

4) Link up your story using the inLinkz frog at the bottom of the prompt. Simply click on the frog and enter your story information as prompted. If you need assistance, leave a comment on this post and one of us hostesses will help you. 🙂

5) Last but not least: Have Fun!! We were going to tell you to not take this too seriously, but we know full well that asking writers to write something means that they will take it seriously. So, take it seriously, but don’t fret/panic/pass out/hyperventilate/lose sleep/run in fear over it.

Here are the two prompts for this week:



Have fun, and then click on that cute little frog to submit your story!

#WWBH Kick-Off (and Blog Hop Winner): June 11, 2014

Update:  There was another entry to last weeks blog hop that I missed when putting this week’s “kick-off” together.   Luccia Gray joined us in last week’s blog hop with The Wedding Invitation.  We (the Blog Hop Ladies) hop this is the first of more WWBH stories to come 🙂

Monthly Blog Hop Winner: Scott Taylor

Before we get the party started, I would like to announce this month’s (June) Blog Hop Winner – Scott Taylor (Scotty Watty Doodle All The Day).  You should head over and take a look at his blog.  Not only is Scott our “Blog Hop Winner” for this month, but he is also in the top running for the most WWBH Posts written so far this year – A whopping 15 🙂

Check out “Updated WWBH Page” to see where other people placed on the list.



This week, I’m going to keep in line with what the other co-hosts have been doing for their turn at the wheel…  That is the “1 picture/5 words” idea.  I’m sure you all know the rules, but for any newcomers (as well as to refresh our memories, for you veteran WWBH posters out there – hey who can’t use a refresher right?!?)  Here they are again:

  1. Your story must include the 5 words provided and be related to the photograph in some way.
  2. Keep your story to 500 Words.  We’re not counting, but lengthy blog posts can be difficult to read through for some (we want all to enjoy) and these are meant to be “short stories”
  3. Make sure to link your story to the froggy thing at buttom of this post (or comment to myself, or the wwbh co-host your are following (Leanne, Heather, or Debb).
  4. While it is not mandatory to read the blogs listed below (from last week’s entries) reading, liking, commenting, and sharing is how we help each other grow as bloggers and writers 🙂
  5. This is the most important of all:  HAVE FUN and let those Juices Flow…  May the “Muse” be with you.

Last week’s entries include:

And now for this week’s picture and 5 words:


  •  Electromagnetic
  • Menopause
  • Shopping
  • Crummy
  • Footing

(So you know, these words were randomly chosen from my desk dictionary using a “flip open page, close eyes, and, point” method – thus the strange word choice 😉

Make sure you link up to froggy below to see your story in next weeks Blog Hop 🙂

Haunted House Surprise (A #WWBH Blog Hop Story)


Mandatory words:

My original story was going to be about a couple, and a party, and drinking, and how drinking affects one of them…  But then part way through I realized I had the wrong word in my mind (alter instead of altar), so I had to change my story.  I started afresh and the idea of a haunted style story popped into my mind.  So here goes…..

Haunted House Surprise

“Come on Molly, don”t be such a sissy,” Amber chided as she tapped the toe of her favorite Hi-Tops.

“Why couldn’t you wear more sensible shoes instead of those stupid flip-flops”  she thought to herself while she waited for her twin sister to catch up.

“I don’t know,” Molly fretted, finally catching up to her sister, “Mom said we shouldn’t be going around there.  Besides I heard the places was haunted and that evil things are always  happennning there”

“Oh pooh, you know there aint no such thing as a place being haunted, Silly goose.  Next thing, you’ll be telling me that there are huge foot long locusts that eat the skin off anyone who ventures inside.” Amber teased, knowing her sister’s fear of such insects.   “Besides, mom won’t know a thing if we don’t tell her, right?!?”

“If you tell her, I’ll tell her it was you that took her favorite necklace and broke it,” Amber said, trying to guilt  Molly when she hesitated.

“I didn’t take it, I burrowed it and it was an accident that it got broken…”  “Fine, I won’t say anything” Molly relented, “But I don’t like this… I got a bad feeling…”

The front door opened with a squeak as Amber pushed on it.  “See there’s nothing here, just some dust and cobwebs” Amber said as she stepped inside.

Molly followed Amber inside the decrepit old building.  She didn’t want to go in, but then she didn’t want to leave her twin sister to go in by herself.  What if something bad were to happen…  Besides, they had always done everything together ever since the day they were born (or at least it seemed that way).  Molly just wished her sister wouldn’t act so darn  superior.  As if being older (by only 9 minutes) made her the boss or something.

“Hey, Molly,  Come here and look at the picture over by this altar” Amber called to her.   Molly went over to where Amber stood studying a photograph that hung from the wall.  It was covered in cobwebs, but Molly could barely make out the picture.  It appeared to be a women, possibly the same age as their mother,  holding a hand of cards at some sort of party.  In fact it looked just like their…

Molly and Amber both screamed as each felt a hand on their shoulder.  Turning, they let out a breath when they realized it was only their mother….  Except that it wasn’t….

Word Count:  415