[Flash Fiction] The Magical Thing

“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”

[Harry Potter Fanfic] Like Fathers, Like Sons

“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”

[Poetry] Superpower

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”

[Flash Fiction] A Different Planet

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”

Blue Skies & The Wind in Your Hair

In all my years of living in New York, I have never stepped foot in Staten Island.

Queens? I know it like the back of my hand.

Manhattan? Love.

Brooklyn? Bronx? Sure.

But Staten Island? That place across the water where no subway lines connect to? Uh…brain does not compute.

Cue the Staten Island Ferry! Continue reading “Blue Skies & The Wind in Your Hair”

[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Real

“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

REAL

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”

[Flash Fiction] The Belly-flopping Grape

“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”

Weekend Coffee Share: Spontaneous Staycation

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”

For The Love Of Chocolate

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. 

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Cocoa Spiced Waffle Fries

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”

[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Jus Soli

“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-

JUS SOLI

First, they came and took my father away.
I remember the quiet shuffling of his worn out boots,
The oil-stained fingers waving goodbye and
My screams splattered across my brain like a dirty tattoo.

Next, they came and took my mother away.
I remember the fading scent of her jasmine perfume,
The fish stew bubbling as they walked her out and then
The deafening silence of the room.
Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Jus Soli”

[Criminal Minds Fanfic] Did You Know?

Spencer’s hand knocked against mine, again, as we strolled down the glittering street.

“Did you know, in the colonial era, streetlights were lit by candles inside glass vessels? Can you imagine what the colonials would think if they saw the streetlights today?” He pointed above to the row of fluorescent angels that adorned the path. Continue reading “[Criminal Minds Fanfic] Did You Know?”