[Criminal Minds Fanfic] Unbelievable

“So…did the victim duct tape her door before or after she was murdered?” Agent David Rossi asked, amused at the sight of duct tape covering the hole in the shattered glass door.

“Ugh, Rossi, bad joke,” said Agent Emily Prentiss, shaking her head. Continue reading “[Criminal Minds Fanfic] Unbelievable”

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[Criminal Minds Fanfic] The Chopstick Conundrum

“You hold it like a pencil, Uncle Spencer, like this!” Henry demonstrated where to put his fingers on the chopsticks to his frustrated godfather beside him.

“That’s exactly the problem, Henry, it’s like eating with two number two pencils. It’s completely counterintuitive!” Spencer said, as one of the chopsticks he was struggling to hold fell back to the table with a clink. Continue reading “[Criminal Minds Fanfic] The Chopstick Conundrum”

[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Doctor Who

“Demons run when a good man goes to war
Night will fall and drown the sun
When a good man goes to war.

Friendship dies and true love lies
Night will fall and the dark will rise
When a good man goes to war.

Demons run, but count the cost
The battle’s won, but the child is lost.”

— Steven Moffat, A Good Man Goes To War —

Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Doctor Who”

[Criminal Minds Fanfic] All I Want

She liked to watch him drive. For starters, he drove a Classic blue Volvo Amazon P130 from the ‘60s, which was definitely not the car she expected a brilliant, socially awkward 24-year-old FBI Behavioral Analyst to drive. Then there was the way his body relaxed when he sat in the driver’s seat, a level of control and comfort he rarely showed elsewhere. When he drove, he wasn’t the eccentric genius with three PhD’s who struggled with understanding people’s emotions. When he drove, he was just a man with warm brown eyes and an endearing boyish smile. Continue reading “[Criminal Minds Fanfic] All I Want”

Wonderwomen, Nostalgia, & Game of Thrones

I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve got three words to describe summer in New York this year: Hot, Humid, Hell. And whatever temperature it is in the city, it’s always at least 15 degrees hotter underground on the subway platforms. Am I sweating? Am I melting? Am I secretly the Wicked Witch of the West

Thankfully, my inner fangirl has plenty of distractions this summer:

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[Poetry] Extreme Fondness

He was not a man of many words
But he was a man of eloquence
For he meant every word he said
Thought he waxed no poetry nor elegance.

He would never speak the words “I love you”
Love was forbidden for him to say
Instead, he was extremely fond of me
From this day to the end of his days.

© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] Extreme Fondness”

[Poetry] The Song That Brings Death

The first note gave way to the first scream.

The bows pulled against the cellos
As the knives pulled out of the bodies.
The chorus rose and fell,
As the corpses thudded one by one.
The drums hung in the air,
As foul as the stench of the massacred.

The last note faded, but they would never forget.

© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] The Song That Brings Death”