Once Upon A Night

Even when the nice people in Creative Writing Ink was kind enough to give an extra week for this prompt, I was late in writing a post. I’d blame my busy classes, but that would be too standard. So I’m blaming my piles of to-read novels that were screaming at me, demanding to be read before the end of the year ๐Ÿ™‚


Anyway, here’s my latest try. Gonna be a really short one, but I hope you’ll like it. As always, comments and constructive criticisms are needed and welcomed with open arms. Hope you had a great Christmas and New Year’s eve party!



Once Upon A Night


I would be lying if I said that the person staring back at me is not pretty. Hell, she’s stunning! And she hasn’t even put the sexy red lipstick on! I’m telling you, that guy waiting outside my bathroom is one lucky man.


“Come on, babe. We’re gonna be late.” He knocks on the door.

“Five more minutes, darling.” I say as I pull my lipstick and mascara out of my purse. I can hear him sighing in exasperation from behind the door, but I don’t care. This is my only chance to have a fun and fearless night and I’m not going to let a grumpy boyfriend ruin it. I didn’t swallow all the bad lucks and fights I’ve had this week for nothing.


On my lips, the cherry-red lipstick looks like blood. Or maybe wine, depending on whether you’re an optimist or a pessimist. Me? I’m somewhere in between. A realist. It looks like wine now because I know I’m going to have a great time, but when I get home later, I’m pretty sure the same color will remind me of bloodstain. My blood and James’s, blending into one disturbing clot.


“Scarlett, please! I’m dying over here!”


My boyfriend’s annoying voice brings me back to reality. I stare at my own reflection, at my own conscience. “None of this would have happened if you hadn’t started it, James.” I whisper to silence.


I look down to the reflection of my hand. To the wedding band around my finger.


If you hadn’t stabbed me in the back, I wouldn’t have stabbed you back. And now our bloods are raw.


After one final look, I take the ring off. I walk to the door, a smile ready to wear.


“I’m coming, Wesley…”





This is a continuation from my short: Sixteen


6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Novroz
    Jan 05, 2012 @ 11:10:02

    Hmmm…I don’t really get it. Sorry


    • si_ulil
      Mar 02, 2012 @ 15:02:18

      Remember the story I wrote about a guy who had an affair with a sixteen year old girl? Well, this is his wife who, in fact, actually had an affair as well ๐Ÿ˜‰


  2. danniehill
    Jan 05, 2012 @ 17:21:12

    A realist would write this– a story for our time– excuses make the world go round when commitment should prevail.

    Very good, Wulan.


    • si_ulil
      Mar 02, 2012 @ 15:10:38

      Thank you, Dannie. I value commitment highly (second most important thing after equal respect), which is why I wrote this. The divorce rate nowadays, especially due to adultery -not just in my country, but all over the world -are shocking!


  3. dhitzunako
    Jan 08, 2012 @ 02:18:18

    Oh yeah, this is man’s wife from the previous story? Time for a payback, huh? ๐Ÿ˜‰ Hehe.


    • si_ulil
      Mar 02, 2012 @ 15:12:33

      Yes, payback’s a b*tch, ain’t it? I’m not saying that getting back at your cheating other half by doing the same thing is okay, but that’s a common thing..


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