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We were sandwiched between a little old lady with a shopping cart and Harley Quinn. Two stops ago, Harley stepped onto the train, spotted my Harry Potter cosplay—reppin’ Ravenclaw, of course—and the best friend’s Game of Thrones T-shirt—identifying herself as the Mother of Dragons, naturally—and plopped herself on the seat next to me with an excited “Hi! I’m going to Comic Con too!”
As Harley and the best friend chattered over the latest mind-blowing season finale of Game of Thrones, I adjusted my blue and bronze striped tie that peeked out from under a dark gray cardigan. The neat Windsor knot was the result of countless replays of How To Tie A Tie—Quick and Easy Steps! on YouTube and several cries of frustration. I smoothed down my matching gray pleated skirt and brushed invisible dust off my black Mary-Jane heels. Continue reading “Jade Goes To Comic Con! Sort Of.”
“56,788…56,789…56,000—NO!” He flinched as the plastic cup holding his just-counted staples toppled over and the staples in question cascaded back onto the dirt.
“Whoopsie-daisy, did I just kick over all your hard work?”
Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Punishment”
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”
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”
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“A demon and a cupid walk into a motel.”
“Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke,” Dean Winchester said, rather calmly considering he was tied to a chair.
The woman in front of him responded with a sweet smile and continued her story. “To anyone watching, they’re the perfect strangers. The demon carries a personally made bullet. The cupid carries a gun.” Continue reading “[Supernatural Fanfic] Brokenhearted…Literally (Part 2)”
“Victim’s name was Smith Dargan. Convicted of assault and released last week on parole.” Sam Winchester read from the report the New York Police Department handed to two FBI agents, or so the department thought were the identities of the Winchesters.
“Dude was a criminal. Doesn’t mean it’s our kind of case,” Dean Winchester said between bites of his meat-lover’s sandwich. He eyed his brother’s garden salad with distaste. “You eat like a rabbit.” Continue reading “[Supernatural Fanfic] Brokenhearted…Literally (Part 1)”
Goblins and ghouls and witches galore!
Asking for treats with smiles at the door.
Fairies with wings and superheroes with capes,
That Superman looks like he stole his mother’s drapes!
Snacking on chocolates and my favorite sour candies,
Running past the spooky houses – watch out for the zombies!
Laughing and whispering, shh, a ghost can’t be seen,
Prepare your pumpkins, it’s Happy Halloween!
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] Goblins and Ghouls and Witches Galore!”
“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”
11:29. The hands froze on the worn-out timepiece as he tucked it back into the pocket of his slacks. Time to get to work. In one smooth step, he bounded onto the railing of the rooftop he was lounging on, and jumped off.
The wind caught his unfurled wings and torpedoed him to the heights of the skyscrapers, a dark flying figure that could’ve been a wayward bird to anyone peeking out their windows. The adrenaline of the wind, there was nothing like it. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Eleven Twenty-Nine”