10 o’clock on a New York night,
Surrounded by fairytales and city lights,
I hope this postcard finds you well—
Me? Well, things are finally feeling right.
I watched that musical we wanted to see
Of witches and magic and defying gravity,
You were right, I cried and loved it so—
And in that moment, I set you free.
In the stars, our story will always shine,
A glimpse of all that is rare and divine,
But time moves on and so must I—
Thank you, my love, for being mine.
© Jade M. Wong 2017 Continue reading “[Poetry] A Postcard From The Other Side”
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”
He could be the reason I learn to love mornings,
The way the sun plays with the shadows,
The way he smiles when I open my eyes.
I could be the reason he stays up all night,
The way the moon lights up our dance floor,
The way we laugh until sunrise.
We could be each other’s first,
First love that endures past tomorrow.
We could be the happy ending,
But now we’ll never know.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] What We Could Be”
I fell so deeply for you, my love,
For you were my angel, sent from above.
A couplet adorned the entrance, inviting visitors to Cupid’s Park. Bright green vines hugged the stone pillars on either side. Winding paths and arching trees presented vibrant roses with colors so striking, everyone whispered of magic. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Cupid’s Park”
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”
“What’s lost in pain
Is now regained.”
“Cause of death?”
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “The Witch’s Broken Heart: A 13 Word Microstory”
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”
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”
“How did you manage to get that”—the party planner pointed to the illuminated tree chandelier hanging above the table—“up there?”
“A sticky spell, duh,” her assistant said.
A loud suction sound filled the dining hall as the tree plopped off the ceiling.
“You mean a sucky spell!”
“EVERYONE TAKE COVER!”
© Jade M. Wong 2016
Submission to Grammar Ghoul’s Shapeshifting 13 #56 Writing Challenge .
Credit for the beautiful featured photo goes to Daniel Cheung.