The stones of the archway were cool under her fingertips and the cobblestone pathway was unevenly potholed. The air itself smelled different here. A wet aroma of fish permeated from the market two streets over, blending with the rich spices and sharp ginger that infused the city. Read More »
Her cap was pinned to her wavy black hair on a slant. Her crimson graduation robes billowed open in the breeze, revealing a knee-length lacy black dress and matching black pumps—demure enough for the school event, edgy enough to show she was eighteen and ready to take on the world.
“One more picture, sweetheart!”
“Dad!” She groaned and rolled her eyes at the smartphone clasped in her father’s hands. “You’re going to make me miss my own graduation!” Read More »
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.Read More »
On my window soothes my soul,
Thunder—boom ba boom—
Returning what the world stole,
In the storm clouds of his eyes.
© Jade M. Wong
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.”