It’s been brought to my attention (thank you Melinda!) that the concept of “orbing” is difficult to understand. I’ll admit, I am having trouble with describing it effectively, and I promise to keep trying in the… More
For years, I’ve hidden behind the pseudonym of Jade M. Wong and the profile picture of an anime girl. I’ll still be using the pseudonym, but I’m ready to stop hiding.
To my blogging friends, my readers, and the whole wide world, are you listening? Can you see me? I’m re-introducing myself. Continue reading “Re-Introducing Me”
Her fingers click-clacked over the keyboard of her laptop, a mass of financial sheets scattered on the kitchen counter in front of her. She stretched briefly, tucking a few wayward strands of hazel hair behind her ears. Reaching for her coffee, she jumped, causing the warm liquid to splash precariously over the rim, when blue and white lights appeared.
“Damn it, Chris!” Melinda Halliwell dabbed at the coffee now staining her papers as the lights materialized into the form of her older brother.
“Morning, Mel!” All six-foot-one and solid, Christopher Halliwell greeted his little sister with sparkling green eyes and a wide grin behind light stubble. In one long stride, he grabbed his little sister’s coffee mug, refilled it, and placed it cheerfully back on the kitchen counter. Continue reading “[Charmed Fanfic] Chapter 1: You’re Awfully…Chipper”
They believed the volcano to be extinct. They thought it was harmless, and welcomed the building of a city beneath it and the planting of crops on the fertile red volcanic soil.
The day they heard the low drumming, steady and rhythmic under their feet, they wondered if they should leave their city.
“But the volcano will not erupt,” they reassured each other.
And they were right. The volcano didn’t erupt. It did something worse.
The day the drumming got louder was the day the earth cracked open, emitting pink, fluorescent light that grabbed at their flesh and sucked the life out of their breaths. The entire city floated in the air, frozen in time, and then with a final note, the bodies disintegrated, the dust settling back on the soil.
When silence fell on the city, all that remained was a crimson layer of ash, the key to the soil’s fertility, and the volcano they thought was harmless.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] The Harmless Volcano”
The sun is shining, but I can’t see it.
The dirt’s been scrubbed, but I still feel it.
The room is silent, but I still hear him.
I remember the rocks shredding my skin, but he’s okay.
I remember the blood staining my legs, but he’s okay.
I remember my screams bouncing off him, but he’s okay. Continue reading “[Poetry] Three Months”
The red and gold leaves crinkled under her talons. Red and gold…that made her think of Gryffindor, which made her think of Harry. Where was he?
Her wings were sore and her claws ached. Ever since the flash of green light separated her from him, she’d been searching all over for her Harry. Surely, he was looking for her too? Why hadn’t he found her yet?
“There you are.”
Her amber eyes swiveled to meet a pair of hazel ones. Harry! Well, it was about time. Continue reading “[Harry Potter Fanfic] There You Are”
PART 1: THE CHOOSING
The first few days, I was super excited. They told me, a teddy like me would be picked in no time. I had all the qualities of a great teddy too: soft brown fur, plush cottony underbelly, and the heart of a fighter. I knew any kid out there would be lucky to have me. That’s what they said.
After the first few weeks, they said not to worry, because the best teddies always get picked last. I wasn’t worried. I knew I would get picked soon. I could feel it in my seams.
After the first few months, I stopped feeling it. I saw a lot of good teddies get picked up off the shelves, given a nod of approval, and taken home to the kids they’d protect no matter what. It’ll be your turn soon, they said.
I don’t know when I stopped counting, but eventually I just spent my time, slumped on the shelf. All it took was a little leaning back, a little feeling of hopelessness, and ta-da, one teddy slumped at the back of the shelf, away from all eyes of rejection. Continue reading “[Short Story] Fighter. Protector. Teddy.”
“What’s lost in pain
Is now regained.”
“Cause of death?”
© Jade M. Wong 2016
Written for Grammar Ghoul’s Shapeshifting 13 Challenge, with the prompt of “spell”. I hope it was clear enough that the first two lines are a spell being chanted.
Credit for the beautiful photo goes to Daniel Cheung.
“We’re going to lose our heads for this,” the cloaked wizard whispered to his companion as the two sneaked through the Forbidden Forest behind Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
“Do lighten up, Nick, it’s just a harmless prank.”
“Stealing the school coat of arms is not what I would call a harmless prank!” Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington hissed back, momentarily dropping the Hogwarts emblem he was levitating in midair.
“Oy, careful with that! It’s a priceless artifact!” Continue reading “[Harry Potter Fanfic] How Nearly Headless Nick Really Died (Part 2)”
“So, word ‘round the shelter’s that you were adopted and then brought back. Didja throw up in the human’s shoe?”
A cackle of laughter came from the cage next to his. He didn’t even bother justifying that with a response.
“Didja eat the garbage instead of the food? Got too used to that stray life, didja?”
He rolled his eyes and stretched his long, lean body.
“Heard your name’s Joey. Imma call you J, can I call you J?”
Joey was the name the shelter decided on. But that wasn’t the name she gave him. “It’s Zing.” Continue reading “[Short Story] One Weekend and A Bowl of Tuna”
11:29. The hands froze on the worn-out timepiece as he tucked it back into the pocket of his slacks. Time to get to work. In one smooth step, he bounded onto the railing of the rooftop he was lounging on, and jumped off.
The wind caught his unfurled wings and torpedoed him to the heights of the skyscrapers, a dark flying figure that could’ve been a wayward bird to anyone peeking out their windows. The adrenaline of the wind, there was nothing like it. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Eleven-Twenty Nine”
Orbs of light flew from the street lamps that dotted the park into the silver device in Ron Weasley’s hand.
Ron returned the light to one lone lamp directly above him and his two children, creating an eerie glow around them that extended into pitch black.
“Handy things, these deluminators.” Ron shook the silver device as his young daughter, Rose, rolled her eyes. Continue reading “[Harry Potter Fanfic] How Nearly Headless Nick Really Died”
“I can’t believe I’m stuck on this assignment with an idiot,” the red-haired woman holding hands with him fumed under her breath, just loud enough so that he could hear her.
“The feeling is mutual, Shortcake,” he retorted. He drew in a sharp breath when she dug her nails into the palm of his hand in response. “Classy.”
“If you screw this up, I am going to personally kill you.”
He couldn’t help rolling his eyes as he replied, “If I screw this up, we’ll already be dead. Now, claws in, honey, and start acting like my girlfriend.” Continue reading “[Short Story] A Walk in the Park”
“I’m sorry she never got her miracle.”
“She did get her miracle, Landon, her miracle was you.”
-Nicholas Sparks, A Walk To Remember
Ask anyone about a miracle, and you’ll start a debate. They exist, they don’t exist, they’re the big shockers in life, they’re the little things every day.
Ask her about a miracle, and she knows exactly what she would say: all of the above. Because her miracle was him. Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Her Miracle”