wilson wong
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Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.
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The Lion and the Mouse: An Unexpected Friendship
In the heart of the vast African savannah, where the golden grasses swayed with the wind and the trees whispered secrets to the sky, lived Leo, the mighty lion. He was the undisputed king of the land—strong, proud, and feared by all. His roar echoed for miles, sending birds flying and antelopes scattering. Every animal in the savannah knew better than to cross his path.
By wilson wong6 months ago in Humor
Unbreakable Bond: My Trust in a Dog is 100%
I didn’t know what to expect when my parents brought Max into our lives. I was just a teenager then, battling through the usual ups and downs of high school, with a little bit of extra angst thrown in. My parents had been talking about getting a dog for months, and I wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea. Dogs seemed like a lot of responsibility, and I had enough on my plate with exams, friends, and my own self-doubt to handle. But when they finally brought him home, everything changed.
By wilson wong6 months ago in Fiction
The Journey of a Lifetime: Human Life from Beginning to End
It begins in silence. Before the world knows of your existence, a quiet miracle unfolds. Cells divide, hearts form, fingers stretch in miniature, and in a hidden darkness, the first beat of life echoes like a promise whispered to the universe.
By wilson wong6 months ago in Art
My Family Doesn’t Know This About Me
There’s a version of me my family knows well—quiet, polite, dependable. I’m the one who helps wash the dishes after dinner, who keeps secrets like heirlooms, who always remembers to say “thank you” and “I love you.” I’m the sibling who listens, the cousin who shows up, the daughter who doesn’t raise her voice.
By wilson wong6 months ago in Horror
My Child Grew Up While I Was at War
I never imagined war would rob me not only of my safety but also of my role as a parent. When I enlisted, I believed I was signing up to protect my country. What I didn’t realize was how much I would be sacrificing at home—the quiet moments, the loud celebrations, the simple joys of watching my child grow up.
By wilson wong6 months ago in FYI
Disappeared
Millfield was the kind of town where people left their doors unlocked and waved to every neighbor, even the ones they didn’t like. Tucked between rolling hills and pine forests, the town had always prided itself on being safe—immune to the chaos of the outside world. Bad things didn’t happen in Millfield. At least, not until the morning of September 3rd, when Rachel Thomas never showed up for school.
By wilson wong6 months ago in Fiction
Lost within a choice
Rain tapped gently against the cracked windowpane, tracing erratic patterns like the thoughts spiraling in Mira’s mind. The old coffee mug in her hands had long gone cold, but she held it anyway—something to ground her as the hours bled into one another.
By wilson wong6 months ago in Art
Lost Within a Choice, Running on Empty
The desert highway stretched endlessly before Mira, a ribbon of asphalt unraveling beneath a colorless sky. Her car hummed softly, the only companion in miles of silence. She glanced at the fuel gauge—hovering dangerously above empty—and let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Running on empty. In more ways than one.
By wilson wong6 months ago in Pride
How to Vanish by Appeasing a Predator
The air was thick with tension as I moved through the forest. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the path. I could feel it—a presence, lurking just beyond my awareness, waiting for me to make a mistake. The predator was close, and every instinct I had screamed to run, to fight, to scream for help. But I knew better. Running would only trigger its chase. Fighting would only lead to my end. To survive, I had to disappear, to vanish from its gaze without ever drawing attention.
By wilson wong6 months ago in Art
A Heart Full of Hope and I Remain Blind
There are moments when the mind wanders, caught in the suffocating grip of uncertainty. It is like standing at the edge of a cliff, with nothing but a thick fog ahead, yet knowing there is something beautiful waiting just beyond the mist. My heart, as fragile as it is, carries hope — hope that someday the fog will lift, and the light will find its way to me. But for now, I remain blind.
By wilson wong6 months ago in History
Welcome to Forest Park
It was nearly sunset when Maya stepped off the old bus with a faded green stripe, the only passenger left. She tightened her grip on the straps of her backpack and looked around. A rusted wooden sign greeted her: Welcome to Forest Park. Vines curled around the edges of the sign, and the paint was chipped, but the message was clear — she was finally here.
By wilson wong6 months ago in Art
