Sharon X Wong

Writer of words. Builder of worlds.

Month: October 2019

Summer at Hotel Fulcrum, Part 9: Portal

This is the ninth part of my fortnightly serial. If you missed Part 8, you can read it here.

Part 9: Portal

Janet went in early for her shift the next day. Felicia was at her desk, as always. 

“How did things go last night?”

“The portals are still closed, if that’s what you mean. Our Exile Prince has gone to the basement to work in peace.”

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If Only I Could: A Poem

This is a Rimas Dissolutas — a poem where the rhymes are not in the stanzas, but across the stanza (i.e. line 1 of the first stanza rhymes with line 1 of the second, and so on). This one kind of got away from me. I started with the image of flying and did not expect to be writing about regrets. But that was the way the words fit together. I guess that’s the fun of poetry. Anyway, here goes:

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Summer at Hotel Fulcrum, Part 8: Meetings

This is the eighth part of my fortnightly serial. If you missed Part 7, you can read it here.

Part 8: Meetings

Smith’s office was larger than Janet remembered it. It was the same room — there was the mahogany desk, with the scented candles and the dim lamps, and the carpet was the same shade of blood red. But now instead of being a small close space, it was large enough to seat ten people. Magic again. At least it meant they’d be comfortable. It wasn’t just Smith, Hela and Felicia here, but three other staff — she knew the head cook, Frankl, and she’d seen the two tall men in blue in the lobby, acting as porters, but didn’t know their names. Janet sank into a leather armchair, noting that the edges of the room were still shadowy. Perhaps there weren’t any walls in this room, just a patch of light that grew and shrank. There was no way to be comfortable here, now she knew this room was designed so her thoughts could be read.

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How not to write your story out of existence

Endings are very important. You can enjoy a story all the way up to the end, but sometimes the actual ending will be so bad it retroactively makes you hate the rest of the story.
Many say that the worst ending is “And then I woke up and it was all a dream.”

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Summer at Hotel Fulcrum, Part 7: Room Service

This is the seventh part of my fortnightly serial. If you missed Part 6, you can read it here.

Part 7: Room Service

Janet spent the next few shifts on high alert, expecting Robin or Paxton to pop up, or for Hela or Smith to grill her about what she had done. Grill her, and then fire her. But nothing happened. She helped Hela organise the basement storeroom, and then the one next to it, and after that they moved onto laundering and sorting the linens. 

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