Sharon X Wong

Writer of words. Builder of worlds.

Where Does It Hurt?

Where does it hurt?
Where should we start?
Below the surface,
down in the dark.

There’s scars in the heart
and cuts in the bone.
Yet the skin remains smooth
and the face appears whole.

Point to the pain?
But the pain’s buried deep.
Far down beneath
where nobody can see.

Where do we start?
How do we heal?
Shine a light in the dark
and lay bare what we feel.

Memories After Death

She opens her eyes to the darkness, and finds that she can see.

Not well, but then there’s not much to see in this cramped wooden box. There is something she has to do, if only she can remember what it is — and who she is. She searches her memories but finds only fragments, slipping away like the last moments of a bad dream.

Time to wake up.

Down Among the Sticks and Bones Analysis, Chapter 1: The Dangerous Allure of Other People’s Children

Introduction: Downsides of a Prequel

Down Among the Sticks and Bones is the second instalment of the Wayward Children series. It follows the adventures of Jack and Jill Wolcott, from inception to childhood to the Moors, a world which could serve the setting for pretty much any Gothic horror.

The Space Between Us: A Villanelle

The space between us spans such endless miles
And though I seek to soldier on each day
Without you, all the days ahead are trials

’Twas long ago I first fell for your wiles
And almost just as long you’ve been away
The space between us spans such endless miles

Ghostly Machinations

The ghosts watch me from the shadowy corners of my workroom. I work better unattended. I told them this when we struck our bargain, but they said they would rather I not forget they were here. That I not dismiss our bargain as some dream.

Welcome to Survival

Welcome to Survival, the text adventure game to end all text adventure games!

You are in a bunker. The apocalypse is nigh.

You have: ten companions, a knife, and a fluffy teddy bear.

There is food, water, medicine; enough for a year or more.

What do you wish to do?

The Procrastisnake

The Procrastisnake lurks in the corner of my room. In the best of times, it stays curled up, hibernating. The best of times, of course, don’t happen often.

Anytime I have doubt or fear about what I am trying to do, it opens an eye, scenting food in the air. The Procrastisnake lives in the potential realm, and so it can only live on potential words, those left unwritten. And so when it finds me trying to find inspiration, it slithers over the keyboard. It curls itself around me and whispers in my ear. Well you don’t have to do it now… it’s too late to get anything real done… why not just check your email before you start…?

Every Heart A Doorway Analysis, Epilogue: And They All Lived

Warning: spoilers.
In the epilogue, Nancy finds her way home.

One of the main reasons I started this entire chapter-by-chapter analysis was so I could justify this epilogue. Unfortunately, I’m not quite sure I can do that.

Uncle Stanley’s Facebook

We got home from the funeral and there was a Facebook post from Uncle Stanley. Whose funeral we had just come from. The post read, Thanks for coming to my funeral. Really enjoyed the music.

Your Mind, Mine: A Poem

Your mind is not your mind
You gave it to me long ago
Slowly, in small pieces
And as I grew and learned you gave me more

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