Short Story #2 – The Bench

It was their favorite spot.

They loved to come here together. It was also a place where they would come when they needed to get away from it all, including getting away from each other.

They would sit there, shoulder to shoulder. Holding hands, looking at the magnificent lake, listening to the rattling leaves and allowing the breeze to caress their faces.

“If only we could waste our days away just like this”, she would always suggest.

“Not wasting, my love. Not wasting.” And he would always remind her. How could it be wasting when they were actually creating memories together?

“You know what I mean.” She would roll her eyes, as always. And he would pull her closer, kiss her hair and say, “Indeed, I do.”

Today, the need to get away from everything came knocking hard. Sitting on the same bench, looking at the same old beautiful lake, listening to the falling leaves and breathing in the cool air.

He caressed the bench, the empty seat beside him…… Solid, sturdy, polished…… Cold.

She had always loved this bench, it was love at first sight when they moved here. They would always come here looking for the other person after an argument. Arguments turned into hugs and kisses here.

Now, he was enjoying all these, without her. He missed her, so very much……

He was hoping, that she would come get him, as usual.

“I’ll be waiting, my love. And I’ll be ready when you come. Just don’t let me wait too long.” He whispered into the wind……


*I do not own this photo. Photo from the internet.*


Writing Ain’t Easy, But It’s Fun

Generally, I love to write. Most of the times, I express myself better in writing.

Recently I just have this crazy desire to write story…… Or I should say I have always been wanting to try writing a story. I’ve been writing about myself and what is happening in my life. I have not really tried writing a fictional story.

I’m a person who likes to dream. I’m not talking about those goals that I would like to achieve. I’m talking about daydreaming, imagining and let the thoughts wander…… Of course I don’t daydream when I work lah. I don’t daydream as much as I did when I was much younger. The window of time for me to be idle and let the thoughts wander is getting smaller and smaller. However, when I get that chance, I’ll just let my mind run free and imagine all things that I would love to imagine. I’ve never put those thoughts and imaginations to words. Now, I think it’s time for me to do that.

My vocabulary is at its worst lately. Many a times I couldn’t find the right word to express what I want to express. I have no one to blame but myself, for not reading at all for the past one year. Only did some reading on the internet. ARGH! Pick up a book and read, Ashley! Stop procrastinating! @__@

You’ll be seeing “short story” posts in the future. Of course, don’t expect incredibly fantastic stories from me. I’m not Patricia Cornwell or Dan Brown. :P


Short Story #1 – Mistake

The noise. The crowds. The lights. The faces. Everything seemed to be overwhelming tonight.

She gently swept her hair to the side.

She bit her lower lip, where he used to kiss.

The mere thought of it made her blushed.

Sitting in the restaurant, alone, waiting for him to show.

“He’s not going to come……” She thought.

“I love you, my dear.” He whispered in her ear two days ago. She was silly enough to believe that it was true.

She asked for the bill, and left the restaurant that they used to share dinner together.

He saw her leaving the restaurant. The look on her face made him wanted to run to her and hold her tight.

He knows he couldn’t. It was a mistake to tell her that he loved her. He had to right the wrong and let go.

“Let go…… You don’t belong to me, my love.” He whispered to himself.