Icy stalactites hung from the ceiling of the devastated room like jagged teeth ready to devour. She stepped over the frozen debris—bricks crushed into frosty cubes, a lone chair wheel spinning aimlessly—and approached her ex-lover pinned to the wall. An icicle jutted out from each of his shoulders.
“Oh honey, I was always the stronger one.” She cupped air in her palms and turned her wrists outward. Her ex-lover screamed as the icicles twisted further into his flesh. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Jealousy”
With every step she took, frigid mist rolled over the sand, devouring the little grains’ warmth. The crackling of the sand freezing under her feet echoed through the air, announcing her presence.
“Knock knock, guess who?” She lilted in a sing-song voice, pausing at the broad stone gate guarding where he dwelled. Bending down to the gate’s bottom beam, she scratched into the stone with her fingernail, as sharp as an icicle and as hard as a diamond. Traitor’s Gate. An apt name for her traitor of an ex-lover. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Traitor’s Gate”
Her steps barely left a trace on the snow as she crossed the glade. Her fingers brushed against the frozen pine needles, sending crystalline flakes falling to the ground.
He thought he could get rid of her by abandoning her here, did he? She scoffed, shaking strands of ebony locks out of her face. He should have known better.
Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Red Glass & Crystals”
She took a deep breath, filling her mind with the calming waters of the beach.
She exhaled slowly, trying to slow her heart’s rapid beating. Continue reading “Plan A: A 52 Word Microstory”
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”
They thought they were the powerful ones
Wielding metal without mercy
Brandishing fire that burned.
Then the smoke cleared and the weapons fell
They clawed for air that wasn’t there
Oh, how the tables have turned.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] Tree Power”
She was a good girl,
But he mistook her for weakness
And played with her heart.
So to the tune of
Her heart shattering in pieces
She ripped him apart.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] Mistake”
I don’t know when I decided to burn instead of shine,
To be a typhoon instead of a wave.
Maybe I decided when you broke this heart of mine,
And buried the pieces in a grave.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] Dangerous”
“How is it that you don’t know how to swim?!”
Coughing up water and desperately sucking in large gasps of oxygen, she barely managed to utter, “Shut…up…Fire Boy.”
Biting back his exasperated retort, he emanated heat from his arms to her soaking, shivering form, drying her white dress and wet hair. “Someone shoved you, you know. Someone who can crack open the ground, disappear through it, and then reappear through the ground somewhere else.” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Suffocate”
“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”