The ground grumbled and shook the skinny trees cluttering the yard. Under one of these skinny trees was a hole, gradually enlarging as if an invisible person was digging it. A hand popped out, propping itself on the earth. With tremendous strength, as the veins bulged in its arm, the hand pushed itself, and the man it was attached to, out of the hole. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] The Hole In The Ground”
This is where I started, on the cold streets of New York, with the subway station to my right and a homeless man to my left. For years, this view of concrete and brick was my view as I hopped on the A train away from Brooklyn. I had a corner of Manhattan where I set up my guitar and sign: PAYMENT ACCEPTED IN SING-ALONGS, IMPROMPTU DANCES, AND SMILES.
Every morning, I drew a crowd, singing, dancing and sprinting off to work. During the lunch hour, someone would offer me a hot cup of coffee. In the evenings, I packed up my guitar, wondering if Times Square would ever play my music. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Sing-Alongs, Impromptu Dances, and Smiles”
Can you hear me
All the words I cannot speak
Behind a strained smile sewed on
Like a porcelain doll.
Can you hear me
The muffled sobs in a corner
Because my tears would only
Burn them like acid rain. Continue reading “[Poetry] Are You Listening?”
A shoutout to Tina at Written in Geek for giving my muse and I a break from writing. I can’t even remember when my last tag post was, which goes to show how long it’s been.
1) What frightens you the most?
As quoted from Sailboats & Bubble Tea (aka the Entertainer Blogger Award): Bugs with more than 4 legs. Bugs with no legs at all. BUGS.
2) Coffee or tea?
I wonder if you guys already know the answer to this. 5 Brownie Points to anyone who does! The answer’s literally one or the other, guys. Continue reading “The Rule of Eleven (aka The Blue Sky Tag)”
“JONES! Where is my prop?”
“Your prop, sir?”
“The metal thing with the thing in the middle. The magical thing!” The director wrung his sweaty handkerchief, his rolled up screenplay tucked under the arm of his rumpled sweater. “We’re shooting the scene where the hero pulls the sword thing from the middle and unleashes his dormant magical powers. WHERE IS MY MAGIC THING, JONES?” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] The Magical Thing”
“Hugo Granger-Weasley, you march straight to your room! You are grounded until I say otherwise!” Hermione Granger pointed a finger up the stairs as her son trudged up each step.
“Oi, what’s the commotion?” Ron Weasley popped his head out from the kitchen, taking a bite of his freshly-made tuna sandwich.
“Your son—” Hermione swung around and jabbed her finger in her husband’s direction instead. “And your nephew, Fred II, thought it would be hilarious to bewitch a car and make it fly! Only the spell’s backfired and sent the car God-knows-where—are you laughing? Ronald!” Continue reading “[Harry Potter Fanfic] Like Fathers, Like Sons”
If I could have any superpower,
I think I would want to fly,
To zigzag around the clouds,
Like marshmallows in the sky.
With brown wings like some birds,
Or golden like the sun.
Or wings the colors of the rainbow,
Every single one. Continue reading “[Poetry] Superpower”
Her little fingers pressed each key carefully. “Daddy, when is mommy coming home? I want her to hear me play.”
Her voice was as melodious as the simple nursery rhyme she was practicing on the piano. “Not for a long time, sweetheart, but Daddy’s listening. ‘Mary Had A Little Lamb’, right?”
“It’s mommy’s favorite.” She paused at the off-key note. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] A Different Planet”
She took a deep breath, filling her mind with the calming waters of the beach.
She exhaled slowly, trying to slow her heart’s rapid beating. Continue reading “Plan A: A 52 Word Microstory”
“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean it is not real?”
-Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
It wasn’t real
And yet it was
As real as
A daydream because
That is how I know I loved you.
Or as real as
Your cologne that lingers
In every breath of air
Between my fingers
That felt as solid as you. Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Real”
“Damn it.” The grape bounced off the rim of the glass and rolled towards his companion.
“Failed attempt number 541, but hey, lucky number 542, right?”
“Shut up. Just pass it to me.”
Turning her gaze to the grape, his companion willed it to somersault through the air, before landing in a soft plop on the table in front of him. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] The Belly-flopping Grape”
You: Where have you BEEN? Your blog’s been empty for over a week, no note, no posts!
Me: I know, I kind of disappeared—
You: You could’ve DIED, and I wouldn’t have known!
Me: Or I could’ve gone on vacation, but hey, tomato, tomahto, right? Continue reading “Weekend Coffee Share: Spontaneous Staycation”
It’s a restaurant with a chocolate theme.
It’s a Chocolate. Themed. Restaurant.
The best friend and I knew we could not consider our lives fulfilled until we came here.
The Best Friend: Cocoa? On fries?
Me: And it comes wrapped in a newspaper! That is awesome.
The Best Friend: Okay Jade, focus. COCOA. ON FRIES. This is genius. Continue reading “For The Love Of Chocolate”