[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.

[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.

[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.

Weekend Coffee Share: The One Where I Start Again

You: You’re always disappearing from this blog, you know that?

Me: *sigh* I know…

You: I understand you have responsibilities—

Me: This is going to be a lecture, isn’t it?

You: And that Life can be hard sometimes—

Me: Yup, definitely a lecture.

[Poetry] It’s Our Earth Day Too

I’ve called Earth home for more than 100 years
The largest of turtles, yet many of us have disappeared,
It’s our Earth Day too.

You love that I’m black, white, Asian, and cuddly,
If you love me, then why are there so little of me?
It’s our Earth Day too.

Beautifully brilliant blues, vibrant oranges and reds,
Bloody feathers of homeless macaws, lying on the ground dead.
It’s our Earth Day too.

[Poetry] A Postcard From The Other Side

10 o’clock on a New York night,
Surrounded by fairytales and city lights,
I hope this postcard finds you well—
Me? Well, things are finally feeling right.

I watched that musical we wanted to see
Of witches and magic and defying gravity,
You were right, I cried and loved it so—
And in that moment, I set you free.

In the stars, our story will always shine,
A glimpse of all that is rare and divine,
But time moves on and so must I—
Thank you, my love, for being mine.

© Jade M. Wong 2017

[Poetry] Moonlit Love

One cannot find love in a cramped ballroom
So I go where wine flows plentifully,
Amidst the talks, a whiff of your perfume,
Shall we gamble? You take my hand and we
Dance away, O Love, let me take command
For our destiny was sewn in the stars.
You are my goddess and I, as your man,
Adore the form of you and all you are.
Shall we bask in the moonlight, skin to skin
Whilst the bedsheets tangle around our feet
Until your perfume permeates within
Every inch of my chambers, soft and sweet?
O my love, you may believe me crazy
But I am enamored with your body.

© Jade M. Wong 2017

[Poetry] Pretty

She says she’s not pretty
But if only she knew
The way I bite my lip
When she smiles with hers
The way she teases me
Like a taboo.

She says she’s not pretty
But then her eyes lock on mine
And in them I see
Every reason I need
To know why I lived
All this time.

© Jade M. Wong 2017

[Flash Fiction] A Dangerous Combination

She set down her backpack and stepped gingerly onto the rocks in the middle of the river. The current was gentle here, so it was as good a place as any to rest. Stretching out her skinny legs, she splashed her parched face with the cool refreshing water. They said she was crazy to think of running away.

“You got 434 acres of countryside that way and a highway that extends five miles the other way before you reach another house. Where you gonna go, girlie?”

[Poetry] Secret Superhero

A pair of eyes
Like pale hints of spring
Wondering what
These feelings will bring

Dark tattoos
That glow on mocha skin
Blue, a testament to
The magic within

[Poetry] An Elegy For Them

This poem…

Is for the child
Sprinting through the crimson streets
Tripping over the last breaths
Of her father

For the mother
Protecting her babies’ ears
From the piercing shrieks that echo
Long after the ashes settle

[Poetry] Broken Bricks

The first brick

The moment
You said hello

The second brick

The warmth
In your pale eyes

The third brick

Your hand cold
Like the thrill
Of the first snow
Catching my fingers
By surprise.

And now, I’ve lost count
Of the broken bricks
Of a sky-high wall
Lost in
A breathtaking
Sunrise.

© Jade M. Wong 2017

[Flash Fiction] Blue Fire

First, the fire burned a steel gray, like the cold unrelenting metal around her finger.

Then, the fire turned to amber—not the warm golden that comforted her in Autumn, but a dark rusty yellow that made her think of factories, long abandoned.

Slowly, the fire glowed a rich crimson, until she could feel the heat emanating from its core and threatening to sear her skin.