[Flash Fiction] The Hole In The Ground

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”

[Flash Fiction] Revenge

Leaning against a metal door, he paused to examine his scorched arm. The fire had eaten through god knows how many layers of his skin. Now that his adrenaline was slowing, he was finally registering the throbbing pain shooting up his arm.

A loud crash followed by a thunderous gust of wind echoed behind him. They were close.

Placing his uninjured hand on the floor, he willed the earth beneath to protect him. Obeying him, the ground cracked open and he jumped into a tunnel. If he was going to die, he would do it on his own turf.

© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Revenge”

[Flash Fiction] Suffocate

“How is it that you don’t know how to swim?!”

Coughing up water and desperately sucking in large gasps of oxygen, she barely managed to utter, “Shut…up…Fire Boy.”

Biting back his exasperated retort, he emanated heat from his arms to her soaking, shivering form, drying her white dress and wet hair. “Someone shoved you, you know. Someone who can crack open the ground, disappear through it, and then reappear through the ground somewhere else.”  Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Suffocate”

[Flash Fiction] Fire & Air

He trudged through the courtyard, as his fellow students scurried out of his way. He was stupid for thinking this school would be different than the others.

Plopping down on a bench near one of the courtyard’s stone lanterns, he jumped when a girl fell out of a tree next to him.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t scare me. You just…caught me off guard.” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Fire & Air”

[Poetry] A Single Teardrop

A single teardrop fell from the sky.
It tumbled through the air.
It fell onto my hand and surprised me,
When it stayed quite still there.

I peeked into the teardrop
And gasped at what I saw,
Beautiful tales of suffering and dreams,
Of life and all its flaws.

It told stories of sadness, stories of hope,
And stories of yearning to be free.
It told stories of struggling to prove people wrong
And of making your own destiny. Continue reading “[Poetry] A Single Teardrop”

[Poetry] The Last One

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A long time ago, I trusted them. I trusted them to take care of my creations, and to protect my saplings from harm. It never occurred to me that my creations would need protecting from them.

A long time ago, I gave them life. I gave them the cleanest air to breathe, and the freshest food. I gave them shelter from the elements and wood to burn for warmth. It never occurred to me that they would refuse to put out the fire.

A long time ago, I gave them a chance. Now, I know better. Now, I’m taking back my last surviving tree. Now, I’m taking back the life I gave.

© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] The Last One”

The Battle Rages On: A 52 Word Microstory

Frigid waves collided into blazing orange lava, spewing steam that scorched the sky.

“This Earth is beyond saving, Lila. Let me burn it and start anew.”

Delila raised her arms, bidding the ocean to rise with her. “You’re a disgrace to us Guardians, Aidan. And I will stop you.”

“So be it.”

© Jade M. Wong 2016


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Credit: Nick Selway & CJ Kale

Submission to Grammar Ghoul’s Shapeshifting 13 #48. Word count: exactly 52!

Credit for the beautiful featured photo goes to Daniel Cheung

[Flash Fiction] The Flames

The flames lapped eagerly at the guitar, showing no discrimination between the shiny new strings or the scratched wooden body. With heaving breaths, he struggled to remain conscious as flames jumped around his hands and traveled up his veins.

He’d ignored the heat rising from his palms earlier, just like he ignored his scorching fever yesterday and the trail of things he had burned to embers just by touching them. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] The Flames”