Spring cleaning had a tendency to unearth past lives she spent years forgetting. Staring at the raggedy shoebox, she felt the lock on the memories turning in her mind.
She picked up the London postcard with the bright red double decker bus. She didn’t have to turn it over to remember what was written on the other side. Before the memories of riding through the city with his hand in hers could escape the lock in her mind, she pushed the postcard aside. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Return To Sender”
She was a good girl,
But he mistook her for weakness
And played with her heart.
So to the tune of
Her heart shattering in pieces
She ripped him apart.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] Mistake”
“But why me?” The words hovered over them, each letter holding its breath for his response.
He sat across from her at her kitchen counter, dressed incognito as always. His black sweatshirt covered his tattoos and the hood covered his platinum blond hair. Where did he begin to find his own words to answer her? Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Fame, Fortune, and Empty Hearts”
“Be brave with me,” he whispered.
His eyes pleaded with mine.
“We keep dancing around each other,
Let’s not waste any more time.”
With a hand cupping my cheek,
He pulled me in for a kiss.
That was when I discovered
The meaning of bliss.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] Brave”
I don’t have a car to take you riding through the city,
But I’ll walk with you hand in hand with the nightlife as our guide.
I can’t offer you fancy dresses or jewels,
But I’ll never lie or make you cry if you’ll have me by your side.
We might not have a sprawling mansion,
But we’ll definitely have a home,
And you’ll never spend a second wondering
If you’ll ever feel alone. Continue reading “[Poetry] The Proposal”
Sometimes, we’ll do everything we can not to see the signs.
They can be flashing neon, but we’ll still choose to be blind.
Sometimes, we’ll refuse to hear the voices in our heads.
They can be loud and shrill, but we’ll tune them out instead. Continue reading “[Poetry] The Empty Room”
The first time I saw her
I knew I would hand her
My heart on a silver platter.
The first time she saw him
She gave everything to him
And my heart became the victim.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] Victim”
I didn’t know it until that moment
The words hung over us in midair
Her dark eyes wondered if I meant it
And I realized then how much I cared.
I counted our heartbeats in the silence that followed
And I felt the truth so clearly
The woman I loved stood before me
And I knew she would always have me.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] Epiphany”
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“A demon and a cupid walk into a motel.”
“Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke,” Dean Winchester said, rather calmly considering he was tied to a chair.
The woman in front of him responded with a sweet smile and continued her story. “To anyone watching, they’re the perfect strangers. The demon carries a personally made bullet. The cupid carries a gun.” Continue reading “[Supernatural Fanfic] Brokenhearted…Literally (Part 2)”
“Victim’s name was Smith Dargan. Convicted of assault and released last week on parole.” Sam Winchester read from the report the New York Police Department handed to two FBI agents, or so the department thought were the identities of the Winchesters.
“Dude was a criminal. Doesn’t mean it’s our kind of case,” Dean Winchester said between bites of his meat-lover’s sandwich. He eyed his brother’s garden salad with distaste. “You eat like a rabbit.” Continue reading “[Supernatural Fanfic] Brokenhearted…Literally (Part 1)”