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.
Pausing by a river trickling past the chunks of glaciers floating in it, she placed a finger into the surface and the water hissed. A cold wave spread from her finger, freezing the typically scalding river into a skinny line of shiny red glass. 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”
The last thing he remembered was the crash.
Metal colliding into metal.
Glass shattering into his skin.
High-pitched ringing in his ears mixed with screams.
The sticky sap of his blood as it dripped down his cheek. Continue reading “[Short Story] The Halfway Point”
“Damn it, Sam, next time we go vamp hunting, we’re bringing one of those to-go detergent pen things. It’s a pain in the ass trying to wash the blood off every time,” Dean Winchester hunched over a sink in a shabby motel bathroom in Boise, Idaho, angrily scrubbing away at a leather jacket.
“I don’t think those pen things work on blood,” Sam Winchester replied. The plaid shirt he wore during the vampire hunt washed easily and was now hanging to dry on the shower railing. “Maybe next time, don’t wear your leather jacket.”
“Maybe next time, don’t wear your leather jacket,” Dean mimicked, flicking soap suds onto Sam’s drying shirt, just as his phone started ringing outside. Continue reading “[Supernatural Fanfic] A Bloody Detour”
Dean Winchester trudged into the kitchen, glanced at his brother Sam peering at him from the brim of his coffee mug, and did an instant double-take. “What?”
“I don’t like the look on your face.”
“You mean my drinking-coffee-minding-my-own-business look?”
Dean’s silent stare over the top of his own steaming coffee mug said plainly he wasn’t buying the innocent act. Continue reading “[Supernatural Fanfic] The Prank War”
“Say, do you mind loosening this rope just a tad so I can escape and take great pleasure in kicking your undead ass?” She smiled sweetly, refusing to wince as the thick cords rubbed her flesh, her blood smelling metallic and potent.
“I hate that she’s a talker.” The ugly one standing guard by the window spat in annoyance. Granted, they were all ugly. Skeletally tall with gaunt sunken faces. Whoever said vampires were hot had a seriously weird fetish. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Dinner with the Undead”
Slightly insane? …Only slightly?
Entertaining? That’s a new one.
But thanks to this nomination by Bookish Girl in a Boring World, I can now say I’m entertaining and I have an award with a sailboat on it to prove it. Because…sailboats are entertaining?
Onwards to the questions! Because what’s a blogging award without some random questions to go along with it?
Continue reading “Sailboats & Bubble Tea (aka The Entertainer Blogger Award)”
“The beautiful part of writing is that you don’t have to get it right the first time, unlike, say, a brain surgeon.”
Wrapping up this Three Quote Challenge with a little humor. This quote always makes me feel better when I find myself struggling with a first draft that makes me second guess every decision I’ve ever made thus far. Don’t doubt yourself, guys! And be grateful you’re not a brain surgeon. Continue reading “Day 3 Quote: Writer vs. Brain Surgeon”