[Flash Fiction] A Dangerous Combination

She set down her backpack and stepped gingerly onto the rocks in the middle of the river. The current was gentle here, so it was as good a place as any to rest. Stretching out her skinny legs, she splashed her parched face with the cool refreshing water. They said she was crazy to think of running away.

“You got 434 acres of countryside that way and a highway that extends five miles the other way before you reach another house. Where you gonna go, girlie?” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] A Dangerous Combination”

[Poetry] Broken Bricks

The first brick

The moment
You said hello

The second brick

The warmth
In your pale eyes

The third brick

Your hand cold
Like the thrill
Of the first snow
Catching my fingers
By surprise.

And now, I’ve lost count
Of the broken bricks
Of a sky-high wall
Lost in
A breathtaking
Sunrise.

© Jade M. Wong 2017 Continue reading “[Poetry] Broken Bricks”

[Poetry] The 100th Day

1st day was screaming in a soundproof room-
Buried alive in my silent tomb.
2nd day was setting the world on fire-
Burning the memories stacked on a pyre.
3rd day was floating with nowhere to go-
In a crimson river as cold as snow.

100th day-
I’m starting to feel okay.

© Jade M. Wong 2017 Continue reading “[Poetry] The 100th Day”

[Poetry] Stronger

“Leave me alone,” Love spat as she curled up on the couch.

Pain silently refilled Love’s glass of wine.

“I said, leave me alone!” Love dissolved into choking sobs. She wrapped her arms around herself for protection. With a gentle touch of his finger, Pain shattered the shield like glass. Continue reading “[Poetry] Stronger”

[Poetry] Three Months

One Month
The sun is shining, but I can’t see it.
The dirt’s been scrubbed, but I still feel it.
The room is silent, but I still hear him.

Two Months
I remember the rocks shredding my skin, but he’s okay.
I remember the blood staining my legs, but he’s okay.
I remember my screams bouncing off him, but he’s okay. Continue reading “[Poetry] Three Months”

[Short Story] Fighter. Protector. Teddy.

PART 1: THE CHOOSING

The first few days, I was super excited. They told me, a teddy like me would be picked in no time. I had all the qualities of a great teddy too: soft brown fur, plush cottony underbelly, and the heart of a fighter. I knew any kid out there would be lucky to have me. That’s what they said.

After the first few weeks, they said not to worry, because the best teddies always get picked last. I wasn’t worried. I knew I would get picked soon. I could feel it in my seams.

After the first few months, I stopped feeling it. I saw a lot of good teddies get picked up off the shelves, given a nod of approval, and taken home to the kids they’d protect no matter what. It’ll be your turn soon, they said.

I don’t know when I stopped counting, but eventually I just spent my time, slumped on the shelf. All it took was a little leaning back, a little feeling of hopelessness, and ta-da, one teddy slumped at the back of the shelf, away from all eyes of rejection. Continue reading “[Short Story] Fighter. Protector. Teddy.”

[Writers Quote Wednesday] Maybe I’m The Fantasy

“I have too many fantasies to be a housewife. I guess I am a fantasy.”

-Marilyn Monroe

When I was born, they had my life planned out for me. It was the life of all the girls that had come before me.

When I was a child, they taught me to say “please” and “thank you”. They taught me to slow down when I ran like the wind and to smooth out my yellow sundress because it shouldn’t be wrinkled.

When I was a teenager, they taught me that two cups of water for every one cup of rice was the most important math formula I needed to know. They taught me that I didn’t know what I wanted in a boy, and that I was not to worry because they knew the perfect boy for me when the time came. Continue reading “[Writers Quote Wednesday] Maybe I’m The Fantasy”

[Poetry] The Lion

The lion prowled, padded paws whispering on the grass
His mane soft, his claws glinting
No one messes with the king.

The lion kept guard, watching over his domain
From the fields to the edge of the cliffs
He had control over everything.

The lion was proud, always protecting his pride
Always demanding reverence
My heart was nothing more than his plaything.

© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] The Lion”