Creative Writing

Self Reflection | A Short Story

The wind whipped her fair hair around her face. She tugged at the infinity scarf around her neck. Isabelle stood right at the edge of the railing, glancing out across the water. The reflection of the moon wavered on the waves.

A voice, low but clear, spoke from behind her. “This is late…even for me.”

She turned and leaned an elbow against the thin metal railing. “I gave you a choice, Marcus.”

“I never said you didn’t. I made my choice.”

Even in the darkness Isabelle could make out the scar running along his jaw. “I’ve made mine.”

Silence descended upon them save for the lapping water behind her.

He smiled, looking straight into her pale blue eyes. “So what can’t you say in the daylight that you’re willing to admit at night?”

She didn’t return his smile.

Marcus shot her a look, expectant.

“You asked me if I ever loved anybody.”

His eyebrows shot up but he didn’t say anything.

A strand of long hair landed in her mouth. Isabelle continued talking. “I told you I didn’t.”

“Fairly quickly too.”

She turned her back to him, facing the large body of water and the light of the full moon. “I realize that’s not true anymore.”

“So you do love someone?” Marcus inched closer as the side of his leather jacket flapped back and forth due to the wind.

Isabelle nodded slowly. “I do.”

He sucked in a breath, held it for as long as he could before exhaling. “Is that why you called me out here tonight?”

“More or less.”

“I have a question.”

She cocked her head to one side, still facing the lake. “What’s that?”

The light from the moon cast a shadow across half his face. “Did you ever think about giving up?”

“No.” She paused. “Because even though I hate the world, I love myself.”

Creative Writing

Fading Quickly | A Short Story

Fading Quickly-A Short StoryShe fingered the edge of her mattress with one hand. Grace was lying down, looking at the other side of the room where another bed used to be. Two years have passed since the spot was vacated. As much as she wanted to fill the void, Grace didn’t have the heart to put anything there.

There was still plenty of time before the sun would set, yet she felt fatigued already. The clock on the nightstand read half past three when Greg burst through the open doorway.

He glanced at his sister on the bed with her lips drawn in a tight line. The room looked the same to him even though he had moved out two years ago. Ever since he moved into a new house with his current girlfriend, Greg started sleeping in a king sized bed rather than a tiny twin. “What’s wrong?”

She sat up, one hand on her abdomen. “You’re assuming something is wrong.”

He had his hands on his knees, bent down to catch his breath. “You said you wanted to talk.” He paused before shooting her a half-hearted smile. “You rarely call anymore.”

Swinging her legs to the side of the bed, she stood. Grace walked over to the full-length mirror by her closet door. Back then a natural blush coloured her cheeks. Now no concealer in the world could hide the yellowish hues parading across her face. “I rarely call because you never pick up. I just wanted to talk to my little brother in person.”

In that moment, she noticed how Greg’s jeans hugged his wide hips. His grey T-shirt fit snug around his mid-section. But Grace thought her clothes enveloped her in an overwhelming web of fabric.

Greg folded his arms across his chest. “You’re talking to me now, aren’t ya?”

A long pause descended between them. With her next sentence, Grace couldn’t quite meet her brother’s eyes. “You’re always busy with her.” She spat out the last word as if it was poison.

“She’s my girlfriend, remember?”

“I’m your sister.”

He crossed the room in two quick strides to stand beside her. “What do you want from me? I can’t exactly spilt myself into two and spend time with both of you equally, can I?”

She frowned, touching the beanie on her head.

“Don’t you remember we’re having a baby?”

Her frown deepened. “You never told me that.”

“Oh, I didn’t?” Greg scratched his forehead with a fingernail.

Grace rubbed her own flat tummy with one hand. “I hope it’s yours.”

His eyebrows knitted together in disbelief. “You’re only jealous you don’t have a boyfriend,” he mumbled.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“Then what’s your problem?”

He might as well have driven a stake through her heart.

A phone rang. Greg stepped back, reaching into the pocket of his jeans. He took the incoming call, listened closely, and hung up. “That was Linda. I have to go.” Greg hesitated at the doorway. “Goodbye Grace.”

She would not get a chance to say goodbye before passing away three months later.


An old story I fixed up today to include in my application for a creative writing short fiction course offered by my university. I cut it down quite a bit, but I think the story is better off shorter. Hope you enjoyed!