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”
“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”
“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”
A chilly breeze plucked a white petal off the tulip sitting at the open window.
He loves me.
A second plucked petal floated with the breeze before coming to a rest on the damp soil.
He loves me not. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] White Petals”
You are my life and my death.
And I like you.
Thus, I keep this secret
And ask Heaven for permission.
May you not know for one more day.
May you not know for 100 years more.
WHISPERS AT MIDNIGHT
I have a secret I will not speak of
Except in whispers at midnight
When the world is a shadow
That turns a deaf ear
And the star-studded sky is my light.
Before the sun meets the stars
I ask the Heavens this-
May he not know for one more day
How my heart has loved him by his side
And how I dream of his kiss.
© Jade M. Wong 2017 Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Whispers At Midnight”
Goblins and ghouls and witches galore!
Asking for treats with smiles at the door.
Fairies with wings and superheroes with capes,
That Superman looks like he stole his mother’s drapes!
Snacking on chocolates and my favorite sour candies,
Running past the spooky houses – watch out for the zombies!
Laughing and whispering, shh, a ghost can’t be seen,
Prepare your pumpkins, it’s Happy Halloween!
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] Goblins and Ghouls and Witches Galore!”
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”
“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”
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”
A/N: Update! There’s now a prequel to this story, another short titled ‘The Bookfeet’.
The arch-window door opened with a jingle that signaled my entrance. I breathed in a combination of musty wood and a crisp hint of lemon. The crimson curtains, tucked at the sides of the floor- to-ceiling window by bronze tassels, blocked the heat of the sun and kept the store cool and comfortable.
“What are you looking for today?” A man sat in a plush armchair in front of the window, dressed smart as always in a gray cardigan and tie. He glanced up from the small table that was holding his laptop, a stack of thick-bound books, and what looked liked financial forms, dollar signs scattered here and there. Continue reading “[Short Story] Between the Shelves”
Most people grow up listening to the stories of their mothers being in labor and their fathers frantically driving to the hospital. My story, however, begins at the foot of an olive tree with my father tripping over me. He likes to say that for a tiny thing wrapped in a thin blanket, I screamed with all the force of a thousand soldiers. I know now that I was probably left to die, unwanted for whatever reason by my birth parents, but my father would never say that. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Wisdom and War”
I saw stars
And fairy lights
It was magic
A fairy tale
You healed scars
And lit up nights
We were exquisite
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] Enchanted”