I heard the roar of his motorcycle before I saw him, quieting to a murmur as he parked beside the shed. I knew he would use the overrun bushes nearby to hide his bike and I heard the crinkle of the leaves as he walked to the door. Five steps separated his bike from the door and I counted them in my head.
Five…four…three…two…and then he was standing there in the doorway, with his windswept hair, leather jacket and arms that felt like a safe house from the world. One day, we won’t have to hide.
© Jade M. Wong Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Safe House”
She was camped out under the endless sky, balancing a phone on one shoulder while adding more wood to the fire.
“Dad, I’m fine. As you can see, I haven’t gotten myself kidnapped or killed.” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Cotton Candy Clouds”
“So…did the victim duct tape her door before or after she was murdered?” Agent David Rossi asked, amused at the sight of duct tape covering the hole in the shattered glass door.
“Ugh, Rossi, bad joke,” said Agent Emily Prentiss, shaking her head. Continue reading “[Criminal Minds Fanfic] Unbelievable”
“Why, for the love of Merlin, is this considered a fun kid’s project?” asked Ron Weasley. He pulled a strip of paper out of the globby, gooey container and slapped it onto the globe propped in front of him and his daughter.
Continue reading “[Harry Potter Fanfic] Papier-Mâché”
It didn’t take us long to find our compartment aboard the steel gray train.
“I can’t believe we’re traveling across the country by train,” said my best friend. “You were right. We needed to get away from all the stress and just be normal twenty-something-year-olds for a change.”
Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Just Two Normal Twenty-Something-Year-Olds”
outdone yourself, Scorpius. You’ve actually taken me to a place less romantic
than our last date,” Rose Granger-Weasley looked around at the filthy tunnel
under the bridge.
Continue reading “[Harry Potter Fanfic] The Rose”
I didn’t expect to walk into the lobby of a historic museum. Carved into the panels of the domed ceiling were statues of angels, wings unfurled, towering above as if they were guarding the building. A circular desk flanked by golden pillars stood at the center of the room. Sitting at the desk was a beautiful woman smiling serenely at me. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] The Gates”
“56,788…56,789…56,000—NO!” He flinched as the plastic cup holding his just-counted staples toppled over and the staples in question cascaded back onto the dirt.
“Whoopsie-daisy, did I just kick over all your hard work?”
Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Punishment”
The stones of the archway were cool under her fingertips and the cobblestone pathway was unevenly potholed. The air itself smelled different here. A wet aroma of fish permeated from the market two streets over, blending with the rich spices and sharp ginger that infused the city. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Foreigner”
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”