“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”→
“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”→
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?”→
Honored to have been featured on Mandi’s interview series. Mandi is one of the first bloggers I met through WordPress and more than a year later, she remains someone I consider a friend and a talented writer in her own right!
I’m a New York City girl named Jade M. Wong. In short, I’m a writer in my heart, a fan-girl by DNA, and a struggling human until further notice. I’m often up until 4:00 am at night battling inconvenient words and fantastical stories. If I were a gazillionaire, I wouldn’t buy a mansion, but a cozy apartment in every city I love. In the meantime, I make do with cozy corners across the internet-sphere.
Here’s to Cupid aiming his arrows accurately To lost love being found. Here’s to being nice (and a little naughty!) For Santa all year ‘round.
Here’s to friendships, stretched thin from wear Built up like a house of cards. Here’s to friendships, triple knotted with care, Built to last when things get hard.
Here’s to laughing on the couch with a glass of wine To empty tissue boxes and sad love songs. Here’s to enjoying the little moments of frozen time To blasting the music and singing along.Continue reading “[Poetry] A Toast”→