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Re-Introducing Me

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”

[Poetry] The Murderer

Was it I who threw the deafening blow?
Fingers clasped around the brick,
Horrified gasps leaving my lips—
That is a secret only we three know.

Or was it I who, surviving hell,
Decided this is the last blood-stained time,
Disgusted with his body in mine—
That is a secret we will never tell. Continue reading “[Poetry] The Murderer”

[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Sweet Whispers

In loving you
I found myself
I gave up some
Of the old me
To be parts of us
And now we
Are both free

—Gina (Singledust), Sweet Whispers #5—

This week, I’m taking you to Malaysia, the fiery vibrant home where I was born, and the current home of a dear friend here on WordPress. Gina, or as you may know her better from her blog Singledust, and I clicked from the very beginning. It was like our souls recognized each other from opposite sides of the country (as I currently live in NYC), and exclaimed “ah! My friend from a prior lifetime, it seems I’ve found you again!” Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Sweet Whispers”

[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Mermaids Have Wings

For a while

I had this idea
That I lived in a world
Where I was free

And for a while

There was no
Thinking about
What they thought of me

And for a while

I was exactly the self
That I wanted to be.

—Mermaids have wings, For a while—

Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Mermaids Have Wings”

[Flash Fiction] The Memory

Gianna snapped open her easel and balanced it on the smooth boulder. Unpacking her canvas and her various charcoal supplies, she soaked in the warmth of the sunlight seeping through the trees and the chirping of the birds beyond.

Her hand poised over the blank paper, she exhaled a deep breath and began to draw. Gentle charcoal strokes brought to life the memory she dreamt of every night for the last three years, a memory that was more wishful thinking than truth, but felt as real as any piece of her past. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] The Memory”

[Harry Potter Fanfic] The Golden Gate Bridge

Rose Granger-Weasley hopped out of the cable car with ease, a sharp contrast to her companion, who peered out of the door before placing a tentative foot on the steps. Rolling her eyes, she yanked on her companion’s elbow. “You’re holding up the line, Scorpius!”

“How do the muggles travel this way? Apparating would be much easier.”

“Right, because suddenly teleporting onto the middle of the Golden Gate Bridge isn’t going to create mass hysteria or anything.”

“Not on the bridge, but we could have apparated near it. Behind a tree or something.” Continue reading “[Harry Potter Fanfic] The Golden Gate Bridge”

[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Between My Bleeding Lines

I am not sure
if I still love you,
but when I write
sad poetries,
my rhyme and rhythm
bleed nothing
but your name.

—R. C. Gonzales, Rhyme and Rhythm—

This week, I’d like to shine a spotlight on Between My Bleeding Lines, a debut poetry collection by R. C. Gonzales, or as many of us WordPress-dwellers know her, Rosemarie of A Reading Writer

Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Between My Bleeding Lines”

[Poetry] Three Gifts

His gift to me came threefold:

First, the soft whisperings
Of the wind dancing
Through the trees brushing
Against the window pane
As our bed grows cold.

Second, the rose petals
Littering the wooden floor
Like casualties of war—
The blood-red and broken
Remnants of us. Continue reading “[Poetry] Three Gifts”

[Flash Fiction] Jealousy

Icy stalactites hung from the ceiling of the devastated room like jagged teeth ready to devour. She stepped over the frozen debris—bricks crushed into frosty cubes, a lone chair wheel spinning aimlessly—and approached her ex-lover pinned to the wall. An icicle jutted out from each of his shoulders.

“Oh honey, I was always the stronger one.” She cupped air in her palms and turned her wrists outward. Her ex-lover screamed as the icicles twisted further into his flesh. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Jealousy”

[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] For The Young Who Want To

Talent is what they say
you have after the novel
is published and favorably
reviewed. Beforehand what
you have is a tedious
delusion, a hobby like knitting.

Work is what you have done
after the play is produced
and the audience claps.
Before that friends keep asking
when you are planning to go
out and get a job.

Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] For The Young Who Want To”

[Flash Fiction] Traitor’s Gate

With every step she took, frigid mist rolled over the sand, devouring the little grains’ warmth. The crackling of the sand freezing under her feet echoed through the air, announcing her presence.

“Knock knock, guess who?” She lilted in a sing-song voice, pausing at the broad stone gate guarding where he dwelled. Bending down to the gate’s bottom beam, she scratched into the stone with her fingernail, as sharp as an icicle and as hard as a diamond. Traitor’s Gate. An apt name for her traitor of an ex-lover. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Traitor’s Gate”

[Flash Fiction] Red Glass & Crystals

Her steps barely left a trace on the snow as she crossed the glade. Her fingers brushed against the frozen pine needles, sending crystalline flakes falling to the ground.

He thought he could get rid of her by abandoning her here, did he? She scoffed, shaking strands of ebony locks out of her face. He should have known better.

Pausing by a river trickling past the chunks of glaciers floating in it, she placed a finger into the surface and the water hissed. A cold wave spread from her finger, freezing the typically scalding river into a skinny line of shiny red glass. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Red Glass & Crystals”