First, the fire burned a steel gray, like the cold unrelenting metal around her finger.
Then, the fire turned to amber—not the warm golden that comforted her in Autumn, but a dark rusty yellow that made her think of factories, long abandoned.
Slowly, the fire glowed a rich crimson, until she could feel the heat emanating from its core and threatening to sear her skin. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Blue Fire”
The first note gave way to the first scream.
The bows pulled against the cellos
As the knives pulled out of the bodies.
The chorus rose and fell,
As the corpses thudded one by one.
The drums hung in the air,
As foul as the stench of the massacred.
The last note faded, but they would never forget.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] The Song That Brings Death”
They say people don’t change.
But I’ve learned that sometimes, people do change,
And sometimes, they don’t change back
And sometimes, you have to move on,
Because you can’t spend your life waiting for them to change back,
Sometimes, the only thing you can do
Is pick up the memories you once shared
And make something beautiful out of them.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] A Life Lesson”