“Why, for the love of Merlin, is this considered a fun kid’s project?” asked Ron Weasley. He pulled a strip of paper out of the globby, gooey container and slapped it onto the globe propped… 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”
Dean Winchester cruised down the empty highway in his black 1967 Chevy Impala, the notes of Led Zeppelin blasting from the car radio.
“Can you turn that down a bit?” His brother Sam asked from the passenger seat beside him, a laptop in his lap and a leather-bound book whose pages were yellowed with age propped on the dashboard. Continue reading “[Supernatural Fanfic] Research On The Road”
Have you heard? There’s a song challenge making its way through the blog-o-sphere lately. I’ve had a lot of fun listening to my fellow bloggers’ song recommendations, many of which I wouldn’t normally stumble upon, so I thought, why not join in the fun? Continue reading “30 Day Song Challenge: 1st Week Catch Up!”
It didn’t take us long to find our compartment aboard the steel gray train.
“I can’t believe we’re traveling across the country by train,” said my best friend. “You were right. We needed to get away from all the stress and just be normal twenty-something-year-olds for a change.”Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Just Two Normal Twenty-Something-Year-Olds”
A midnight scribble,
a morning sigh,
you watch the words,
curl up and die.
inside your head,
of poems lost,
and pages dead. Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Lost Words”
Can you hear me
All the words I cannot speak
Behind a strained smile sewed on
Like a porcelain doll.
Can you hear me
The muffled sobs in a corner
Because my tears would only
Burn them like acid rain. Continue reading “[Poetry] Are You Listening?”
no one leaves home unless home chases you
fire under feet
hot blood in your belly
it’s not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
and even then you carried the anthem under
only tearing up your passport in an airport toilet
sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.
You were fire,
Your flames lashing out,
Reveling in the shrieks and shouts.
I was darkness,
A pulsing black hole,
Feeding on the flickers of my soul.
He only had time to grab his son and run. Together, they ran with the clothes on their back and their photo identification cards stuffed hastily in his pocket. They didn’t even have time to say goodbye.
Then again, there wasn’t much to say goodbye to. Behind them was fire, merciless and consuming, devouring each house like a starving dragon. Behind them were bodies, riddled with bullets, each hole dripping bloody dreams and hopes. Behind them were the graves of his wife and daughter, the screams of their last moments forever playing in his ears like a broken record.Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Home”
Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.
Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come. Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Let Evening Come”
The water splashes onto his face
And drops roll down his back,
Disappearing under the towel
Wrapped around his waist.