[Criminal Minds Fanfic] All I Want

She liked to watch him drive. For starters, he drove a Classic blue Volvo Amazon P130 from the ‘60s, which was definitely not the car she expected a brilliant, socially awkward 24-year-old FBI Behavioral Analyst to drive. Then there was the way his body relaxed when he sat in the driver’s seat, a level of control and comfort he rarely showed elsewhere. When he drove, he wasn’t the eccentric genius with three PhD’s who struggled with understanding people’s emotions. When he drove, he was just a man with warm brown eyes and an endearing boyish smile.

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[Poetry] More Than Just A Dream

Like winter’s chilly rain, for you I weep,
To be with you is but an endless wait,
Somehow for you I have fallen so deep,
Your mere presence to me intoxicates.
I make a wish upon a fleeting star,
Eyes closed, I can almost feel your embrace,
Reality between us, a distance so far,
I try to trace the smooth lines of your face.
Like summer’s heat, you burn bright in my eyes,
With a gaze so intense you freeze me cold,
I call out to you but hear no reply,
Arms stretched out, I yearn to hold.
I cannot touch misty wisps of steam,
And you are nothing more than just a dream.

© Jade M. Wong

[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Always and Forever, Lara Jean

“Being vulnerable, letting people in, getting hurt…it’s all a part of being in love.”

— Jenny Han, Always and Forever, Lara Jean —

This week, let’s go back to high school for a moment. Imagine you’re 16 again, walking through the hall to your next class, passing That Couple kissing by their lockers, weaving between the cliques and the noise. 

[Flash Fiction] Young Love

“Hmm, for a kid graduating high school as valedictorian, he sure is lacking in the common-sense department,” he said to his wife, lounging on a chair beside him as they floated on the easy tide.

“The smarts come from my side of the family, the lack of common sense is clearly from you,” his wife teased, splashing him with her foot.

[Poetry] My Baby’s Mad At Me

She’s mad at me for leaving our home,
She said I had promised to never leave her alone,

But baby, life happens, and when it does,
Have to take a deep breath and trudge, trudge, trudge.

She cursed at me, the picture in the frame,
She spent nights awake, weeping with the rain,

[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] The New Colossus

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”

— Emma Lazarus —

This is my first Writer’s Quote Wednesday post in more than a year, and since immigration is one of the topics at the forefront of politics nowadays, it seems fitting to share an excerpt from one of the world’s most renowned poems on immigrants. 

[Flash Fiction] Maybe

It was a taunt, wiping the rain off the window so she could see clearly through it to the empty street outside. No police cars staked out on highways looking for her. No news headlines about a missing girl, described as a quiet, straight-A student, last seen walking home by herself on the last day of school. No one talking about her, asking strangers if they’d seen her, wondering if she was still alive.

Knock, Knock. Who’s There?

IT’S ME! JADE!

It’s been more than a year since this blog went on hiatus, and the time away only made me homesick for my cozy corner of WordPress. But I’m returning to my blog now eager to see old friends (are you guys still here?) and to meet new ones (is anyone here?). 

Until Next We Meet…

UPDATED 1/3/2018: Happy 2018, everyone! I don’t know about you, but 2017 was not one of my finest years. When I counted down the seconds on New Year’s Eve, it was with relief that the year was over and a whispered promise to do better this time around.

[Flash Fiction] Brotherly Bonding

“Left…left…left, right,” Daniel chanted like a drill sergeant as he and his younger brother diligently pedaled their two-seater bicycle up and down the park trail.

“Shut…shut…shut up,” Derrick mocked. “Man, this is so embarrassing.”