Shine

Sunset

Unfiltered NYC Sunset on the Hudson River

If the world can still shine after all it’s been through,
Then Darling, so can you.

©Jade M. Wong 2016


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[Flash Fiction] Wisdom and War

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Art Credit: gimgams @ deviantart

Most people grow up listening to the stories of their mothers being in labor and their fathers frantically driving to the hospital. My story, however, begins at the foot of an olive tree with my father tripping over me. He likes to say that for a tiny thing wrapped in a thin blanket, I screamed with all the force of a thousand soldiers. I know now that I was probably left to die, unwanted for whatever reason by my birth parents, but my father would never say that.

My father would also never say that I was a pain in the butt growing up (he preferred words like “adventurous” and “strong-willed”). Nor would he mention the strange things that have happened with me. Like the time I ran out in the middle of a storm and was hit with a bolt of lightning. I was trapped as energy surged through me like a snake slithering through my veins. When the electricity reached my fingertips, it sparked, creating a tiny lightning bolt that flickered as I held it.

And then there was my gift of weaving. No one ever taught me how to weave, but my father would provide me with simple thread and I would transform them into elaborate tapestries, vivid war scenes in reds and greens. It was the profits we made from my art that kept us afloat when our olive plantation experienced a horrible drought one summer.

Strange happenings aside, I loved my life. My father was a simple man, but he was kind, and he didn’t deserve to die. Honestly, I’m not sure if I deserve to live either. I would’ve slept through the fire too if it hadn’t been for the owl pecking relentlessly at my window. It was the first time I’d ever seen an owl and he was beautiful with his sleek bronze feathers and piercing dark eyes. I climbed through my window, obeying the only thought clear in my mind: follow the owl. It wasn’t until we were a safe distance from the house that I looked back and registered the flames. 

I haven’t looked back since, because I know the answers to my life are in front of me, if only I could catch them.

My name is Athena. This is my story. 

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Word High July, a month-long blogging event hosted by two awesome bloggers I’m happy to call friends, Rosema & Maria

Today’s word prompt immediately made me think of Athena, the Greek Goddess of Wisdom and War, and this story just tumbled out. Athena references abound!

July 25th’s Word: kinaadman (n.) knowledge, wisdom

[Poetry] The Beginnings of a Story

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Photo: Adam Crider Photography

Brimming with ideas
But the page was blank
Words floated to the surface
Then once more, they sank
A twitch of the pen
A spark in the mind
And the words flew free
Leaving doubt behind
Once an empty page
Now painted with glory
And brimming with
The beginnings of a story.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Word High July, a month-long blogging event hosted by two awesome bloggers I’m happy to call friends, Rosema & Maria

First time combining two words in one! 

July 23rd’s Word: likha (v.) to create something through intelligence and skill

July 24th’s Word: dalisay (adj.) pure, undiluted

[Criminal Minds Fanfic] My Definition of Gorgeous

Spencer Reid

“I’ll never understand how you chose Brainy Baby Boy Spencer Reid over Hunky Dark Chocolate Derek Morgan.” My sister shook her head as she removed the curlers from my hair.

“Way to objectify, Lyds.”

“I’m just saying,” Lydia continued, running a hand of hair gel through the waves that now cascaded down my back. “Morgan is gorgeous. Like Sculpted Adonis Be-Still-My-Heart-And-His-Fitted-Tshirts gorgeous. Reid…he’s more Puppy Dog Cute, if the puppy dog liked sweater vests and messenger bags.”

I rolled my eyes, but was saved from answering by the doorbell. In my enthusiasm, I rushed to the door and almost ran into it. Taking a moment to smooth out my dress, I gracefully opened the door to find my date standing there.

Spencer Reid looked up from tugging at his skinny tie. His brown hair was tousled in its usual style, and he had his leather messenger bag slung over a dark sweater vest and blazer. Lydia might have preferred Derek Morgan’s tight shirts and muscular biceps, but as I looked at the chic geek nervously tucking a strand of brown curl behind his ear, I knew that Spencer Reid was my definition of gorgeous.

“Hi, you look beautiful,” Spencer said, pausing after leaning in as if trying to remember if kissing the girl’s cheek was something people did before or after the date.

I smiled, kissing his cheek instead. “Thank you, you look very handsome yourself.”

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Word High July, a month-long blogging event hosted by two awesome bloggers I’m happy to call friends, Rosema & Maria

Taking a break from all the poetry with a little Criminal Minds-inspired story. 

July 22nd’s Word: makisig (adj.) dashing, well-dressed, gorgeous

[Poetry] The Wind

Vermont Velocity Dancers

The greatest feeling I ever felt
Was the wind beneath my wings
So even though you think they’re strange
And even though your dislike stings
I will keep these wings you hate
And you can keep your useless things.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Word High July, a month-long blogging event hosted by two awesome bloggers I’m happy to call friends, Rosema & Maria

July 21st’s Word: amihan (n.) northeast wind, breeze

[Poetry] His Song

 

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The drums were his voice,
Calm waves by the seaside
The piano was the way he’d
Always defend me with pride
The violin was the first time
He leaned in to kiss me
But my favorite part about his song
Was how it played for eternity.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Word High July, a month-long blogging event hosted by two awesome bloggers I’m happy to call friends, Rosema & Maria

An addition to “Her Song”, a previous poem

July 20th’s Word: kundiman (n.) love song

[Poetry] My Secret

I was once a fool in love
Who gave you the greatest secret I owned.
You were once one foot in love
Who turned my great secret to stone.
I am now a woman wiser in love
Who kept her secret under lock and key
He is a man truly in love
Who guards my secret unwaveringly.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Word High July, a month-long blogging event hosted by two awesome bloggers I’m happy to call friends, Rosema Maria

July 19th’s Word: habilin (n.) Anything given to somebody for safekeeping

[Poetry] A Muse In A Dark Place

 

For many days, my pen lay still,
Broken of hope, broken of will,
The ink ran dry, the page lay bare,
As blank as my reflection’s stare.
In the dark, they started to perish,
My art that I had so long cherished,
But as I lay there in the void,
I slowly returned what had been destroyed.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Word High July, a month-long blogging event hosted by two awesome bloggers I’m happy to call friends, Rosema Maria

July 18th’s Word: paraluman (n.) A muse that inspires artistically

[Poetry] Kaulayaw

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Artist: Leonid Afremov

There is nothing
Quite like a friend
To walk with you
Until the end
To live with you
Through joy and pain
And to gladly do
It over again.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Word High July, a month-long blogging event hosted by two awesome bloggers I’m happy to call friends, Rosema Maria

July 17th’s Word: kaulayaw (n.) A pleasant and intimate companion

[Poetry] Who Do You See?

I dare you to look at me
Tell me, who do you see?
A girl who will obey
Meek and harmless, like prey
A girl always willing to agree

Or a girl unafraid to defy
A girl who refuses to die
Come a little closer
Tell me, can you see her?
Look me right in the eye.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Word High July, a month-long blogging event hosted by two awesome bloggers I’m happy to call friends, Rosema & Maria

July 14th’s Word: balintataw (n.) the pupil of the eye

[Poetry] Her Song

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Her laugh was the melody
Wind chimes in the breeze
The harmony was the way she’d
Win every argument with ease
The chorus was the first time
She whispered she loved me
But my favorite part about her song
Was how it played for eternity.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Word High July, a month-long blogging event hosted by two awesome bloggers I’m happy to call friends, Rosema & Maria

But what about “His Song“?

July 13th’s Word: harana (n.) the act of wooing someone by serenading them

[Poetry] A Dance At Twilight

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We danced at the end of the sun’s shadow where darkness crept at the brink,
Where all was still as the rays grew low just beneath the stars’ first blinks.
Our dance never lasted for long for the moonlight shone too bright,
But every day, for just one song, we danced before the night.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Word High July, a month-long blogging event hosted by two awesome bloggers I’m happy to call friends, Rosema & Maria

July 12th’s Word: takipsilim (n.) twilight or dusk

[Poetry] Extreme Fondness

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He was not a man of many words
But he was a man of eloquence
For he meant every word he said
Thought he waxed no poetry nor elegance.

He would never speak the words “I love you”
Love was forbidden for him to say
Instead, he was extremely fond of me
From this day to the end of his days.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Word High July, a month-long blogging event hosted by two awesome bloggers I’m happy to call friendsRosema & Maria

Still in a Game of Thrones state of mind…I always did like the wedding vows.

July 11th’s Word: humaling (n.) Extreme fondness

[Poetry] The Song That Brings Death

The Lannisters Send Their Regards

The first note gave way to the first scream.

The bows pulled against the cellos
As the knives pulled out of the bodies.
The chorus rose and fell,
As the corpses thudded one by one.
The drums hung in the air,
As foul as the stench of the massacred.

The last note faded, but they would never forget.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Word High July, a month-long blogging event hosted by two awesome bloggers I’m happy to call friends, Rosema & Maria

100% inspired by the Red Wedding in Game of Thrones, which I’ve just watched because I’m finally catching up on the show, and I am now traumatized for life. 

July 10th’s Word: Indak (v.) To dance in time with the music. 

[Poetry] Irony

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I remember how I begged you, my King
To be gentle
To be kind
To be good

If I had known you would beg me, your Queen
To be forgiving
To be wise
To be just

I would have begged you a little less.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Word High July, a month-long blogging event hosted by two awesome bloggers I’m happy to call friends, Rosema & Maria.

July 9th’s Word: pagsamo (n.) the act of pleading

[Poetry] Silakbo

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First, the painful tears
White hot and angry, like glass
Shards set on fire.

Then, the shouts so loud
That they shook the flimsy walls
And shoved us apart.

Last, came the silence
So still, I thought the world was
Holding its breath.

That was the moment
My road diverged in two and
I chose my future.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Word High July, a month-long blogging event hosted by two awesome bloggers I’m happy to call friends, Rosema & Maria. Experimented with haiku’s today. 

July 8th’s Word: Silakbo (n.) emotional outburst. 

[Poetry] Pondering Life and Death

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We always expect to meet Death after we’ve lived every adventure, after we’ve told our stories to our grandchildren so many times they can recite the words from memory, after we’ve loved enough for a lifetime. 

Life, however, doesn’t always go the way we expect.

“Hello, child. You are a tiny thing, aren’t you?”

“No, go away. I’m still young.”

“Your body may be young, but your soul is old, and it hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in quite some time. Have you ever tried sleeping on a cloud, child?”

“No…but that sounds comfortable.”

“Oh it is. Quickest and most comfortable way to fall asleep.”

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Word High July, a month-long blogging event hosted by two awesome bloggers I’m happy to call friends, Rosema & Maria.

July 7th’s Word: Muni-Muni (v.) To ponder, to think deeply

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[Poetry] Blue

Our love was blue,
Like the blue of his eyes
Like the tears that fell
When we waved goodbye.

Our love was blue,
Like the blue of the oceans
Like the way our hearts
Unraveled in slow motion.

Our love was blue,
Like glinting sapphires
On the day we decided
Only we could drown the fire.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Word High July, a month-long blogging event hosted by two awesome bloggers I’m happy to call friends, Rosema & Maria.

July 6th’s Word: bughaw (n.) the color blue.

[Flash Fiction] The Hug He Always Wanted

Photo: Yinglan

The dumpster reeked of rotten food, but he could barely register it above the stench of his own blood. At first, the pain blinded him. It was all he could do to keep his protruding hind leg bones from jutting out further. Now, he barely felt anything as he waited to die.

Fitting, really. He was born on the streets, and here he was, tossed unceremoniously back like a broken-what, exactly? He was as valuable as trash.

What hurt more than his body was the belief that he was finally going home with one of those good humans he had heard so much about, only to be used as a bait dog when he got there.

Good humans. He spat out some drool mingled with dried blood. There were no such thing.

A gasp caught his ears but everything was already turning black. The last things he remembered were hands, soft ones that didn’t hurt, clasped around him, picking him up gently like he was…important, valuable.

Ah…this must be what the humans call a hug.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers and Sacha Black’s Writespiration #91. Word Count: 175

Double prompt combo! Haven’t done one in awhile, and the muse was scribbling away when she saw both these prompts.

[Poetry] His Arms

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In the midst of the noise
In the chaos of the city
I have found that his arms
Were my place of tranquility.

When the world was deafening
In its shouts and screams
It was in his arms
That I dared to dream.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Word High July, a month-long blogging event hosted by two awesome bloggers I’m happy to call friends, Rosema & Maria.

July 5th’s Word: Kalinaw (n.) serenity, tranquility

[Poetry] Locked

He asked me how I forgot him so quickly.

I replied, “I put our memories in this box and locked it with a key.”

“I see,” he said as he touched the warm mahogany wood. His fingers, coarse and strong, brushed against the lid where the metal padlock stood. With a click, the lid opened. “I thought you said it was locked with a key?”

“It was.”

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Word High July, a month-long blogging event hosted by two awesome bloggers I’m happy to call friends, Rosema & Maria.

July 4th’s Word: gunita (v.) memory or recollection.

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[Poetry] Special Someone

Dark curls, gray eyes
Always honest, never lies
Crisp jeans, cotton shirts
A gentle touch that never hurts
Sharp mind, cautious heart
A love he’ll never tear apart.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Word High July, a month-long blogging event hosted by two awesome bloggers I’m happy to call friends, Rosema & Maria.

July 3rd’s Word: Tinatangi (n.) special someone

[Poetry] Breathing

Inhale
I start to erase your words from my skin.
Exhale
I’ve come too far to let you win.
Inhale
I will not succumb to your malevolence.
Exhale
I will fight your hatred with my kindness.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Word High July, a month-long blogging event hosted by two awesome bloggers I’m happy to call friends, Rosema & Maria.

July 2nd’s Word: Timpi (v.) to control one’s self.

[Poetry] Butterfly

One touch-
The butterfly peeked out of her cocoon.
One glance-
Her wings fluttered to a crescendoing tune.
One hello-
In all her excitement, she fell in a swoon.
One chance-
Her new life’s beginning, and not a moment too soon.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Word High July, a month-long blogging event hosted by two awesome bloggers I’m happy to call friends, Rosema & Maria.

July 1st’s Word:  Kilig: (n.) butterflies in one’s stomach

Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! #5

You know how sometimes Awesome Things just need to be shared? 

BEHOLD. I present to you:

NBOT!AKA my Collection of Random Awesome Things, Brought Under a Seemingly Random Harry Potter Quote Because My Fangirl DNA Genes Cannot Resist.

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Weekend Coffee Share: A June Pep Talk

You: *waves* You made it! I was beginning to think it would just be me and my coffee today.

Me: *plops into chair* Was held up by the MTA. Major subway delays and there was this ridiculous crowd of angry people pushing against each other for any train that came. I half expected someone to shout “THIS IS SPARTA”. I hate New York.

You: No, you don’t, you love New York.

Me: Ugh, I do love New York.

You: You’re like an old married couple with the city. There’s always something to bicker about – MTA delays, insane crowds, one stop down from Times Square and all of a sudden, you’re in a dangerous neighborhood – but at the end of the day, you’d never divorce New York.

Me: Love through sickness, health, and sweaty people in packed trains. Nothing like the MTA during a summer rush hour. 

You: That’s right, we passed the Summer Solstice! June really flew by, didn’t it? 

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[Flash Fiction] My Heaven

“So, um, is it going to hurt?”

“Hurt?” The angel smiled at me like a parent indulging their child’s lackluster joke. “I think the time for pain has passed, dear.”

“Oh, so then, how do we-I mean-” I trailed off as the angel landed in front of a pair of magnificent oak doors with high arches and golden knobs.

“Off you go, now.”

“Go…where? In there? Through the ominous looking doors?”

Still smiling at me like I was a silly child, the angel pushed open the heavy doors with considerably less force than I assumed would be needed. Golden light flicked on and bathed the room in a warm glow. A gasp escaped me as I looked around at grand bookcases nestled next to each other, their shelves stuffed with old favorites and books I’d always wanted to read.

“You always imagined Heaven as one endless library, didn’t you, dear? This is yours.”

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Word Count: 153

Also, a standalone sequel to a previous Flash Fiction: Afterlife

 

[Criminal Minds Fanfic] Head Count

161 06 June 19th 2016

They expected a gruesome sight, but that didn’t prevent their stomachs from churning like they all rode the worst roller-coaster of their lives, the minute Agent Derek Morgan kicked down the suspect’s door.

The smell bombarded their senses, reeking of ripe feces and rotting flesh. Agent Kate Callahan, who was also in the early stages of her pregnancy, bolted to a nearby bush as everything she ate since seemingly the beginning of time, came pouring out.

The crime scene on the suspect’s living room floor was no better. Amputated limbs were strewn around like grotesque Lego blocks, the wooden floor was a sticky mass of blood, and the agents detected what looked like a wayward eyeball and squishy piles of intestines dispersed throughout.

“Head count: missing. Apparently,” Agent David Rossi quipped to the groans of the rest of the team.

“Actually…head count: 1.” Agent Spencer Reid pointed to a skull propped gingerly on a shelf above the desecration. Unlike the rest of the body, the skull had been cleaned of the flesh and painted with intricate artwork.

“We didn’t profile this level of sadism. This changes everything. Guys, let’s get to work.”

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. Word Count: 193.

Saw the photo and I immediately envisioned this scene. Question for all my Criminal Minds fans: Who do you think is the speaker of the last line?

*Photo Credit: Kratka Photography*

[Poetry] A Single Teardrop

A single teardrop fell from the sky.
It tumbled through the air.
It fell onto my hand and surprised me,
When it stayed quite still there.

I peeked into the teardrop
And gasped at what I saw,
Beautiful tales of suffering and dreams,
Of life and all its flaws.

It told stories of sadness, stories of hope,
And stories of yearning to be free.
It told stories of struggling to prove people wrong
And of making your own destiny.

Then suddenly the teardrop became a small puddle,
As if it had no more to say.
Then another teardrop fell from the sky,
And on it went in this way.

Now whenever I happen to see
Teardrops falling from the sky,
I always stop to gaze and listen
To all the stories hidden inside.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Reposting this poem from 2012. One of my personal favorites. 

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*Photo Credit: Kratka Photography*