We made it! Without further ado, here’s the last week of songs:
This time of the year always passes in a wacky way for me. I blink and suddenly it’s Christmas Eve and we’re just a week away from the new year; yet, I also remember vividly the highlights and lowlights of a year that’s gone by. With the wacky time, it seems I’ve managed to be ridiculously behind on this song challenge, but I’m determined to catch up, so here we go! Continue reading “30 Day Song Challenge: 3rd Week Catch Up!”
Hmm, it seems I’ll have to make this weekly catch up a regular thing—less posts to bombard you guys with!
To refresh our memories: Continue reading “30 Day Song Challenge: 2nd Week Catch Up!”
Dean Winchester cruised down the empty highway in his black 1967 Chevy Impala, the notes of Led Zeppelin blasting from the car radio.
“Can you turn that down a bit?” His brother Sam asked from the passenger seat beside him, a laptop in his lap and a leather-bound book whose pages were yellowed with age propped on the dashboard. Continue reading “[Supernatural Fanfic] Research On The Road”
Have you heard? There’s a song challenge making its way through the blog-o-sphere lately. I’ve had a lot of fun listening to my fellow bloggers’ song recommendations, many of which I wouldn’t normally stumble upon, so I thought, why not join in the fun? Continue reading “30 Day Song Challenge: 1st Week Catch Up!”
Tell me somethin’ girl
Are you happy in this modern world?
Or do you need more?
Is there somethin’ else you’re searchin’ for?
In all the good times I find myself longin’ for change
And in the bad times I fear myself
One cannot find love in a cramped ballroom
So I go where wine flows plentifully,
Amidst the talks, a whiff of your perfume,
Shall we gamble? You take my hand and we
Dance away, O Love, let me take command
For our destiny was sewn in the stars.
You are my goddess and I, as your man,
Adore the form of you and all you are.
Shall we bask in the moonlight, skin to skin
Whilst the bedsheets tangle around our feet
Until your perfume permeates within
Every inch of my chambers, soft and sweet?
O my love, you may believe me crazy
But I am enamored with your body.
© Jade M. Wong 2017 Continue reading “[Poetry] Moonlit Love”
The woman looped the necklace around her neck, wincing as the cold pearls touched her skin. The blue sapphire pendant glowed just as coldly. It was time.
Her husband sat at the piano, dressed in his Sunday best. Next to him sat the little girl, choosing the evening’s song. She had their daughter’s sunny curls and voice like wind-chimes, but she was not their daughter.
This is where I started—on the cold streets of New York, with the subway station to my right and a homeless man to my left. For years, this view of concrete and brick was my view as I hopped on the A train away from Brooklyn. I had a corner of Manhattan where I set up my guitar and sign: PAYMENT ACCEPTED IN SING-ALONGS, IMPROMPTU DANCES, AND SMILES.
Every morning, I drew a crowd, singing, dancing and sprinting off to work. During the lunch hour, someone would offer me a hot cup of coffee. In the evenings, I packed up my guitar, wondering if Times Square would ever play my music. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Sing-Alongs, Impromptu Dances, and Smiles”
Her little fingers pressed each key carefully. “Daddy, when is mommy coming home? I want her to hear me play.”
Her voice was as melodious as the simple nursery rhyme she was practicing on the piano. “Not for a long time, sweetheart, but Daddy’s listening. ‘Mary Had A Little Lamb’, right?”