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geometrically unavailable

“At least tell me your number, beautiful,” I said. “π,” said the circle that rolled away. fiction | Tommy Tung photo | Pixabay Let’s stay connected on Facebook Twitter Instagram

geometrically unavailable

“At least tell me your number, beautiful,” I said. “π,” said the circle that rolled away. fiction | Tommy Tung photo | Pixabay Let’s stay connected on Facebook Twitter Instagram

haiku | the pines

I wrote a haiku several years ago and then remembered it this year and practiced some design with a public domain photograph to create this digital postcard for web and social media. — Tommy Tung Let’s stay connected on Facebook

haiku | the pines

I wrote a haiku several years ago and then remembered it this year and practiced some design with a public domain photograph to create this digital postcard for web and social media. — Tommy Tung Let’s stay connected on Facebook

39th street in New York City

lend me your ears

On Christmas, I drive down 39th street with car antlers. I get to a stop light, and a reindeer pulls up next to me with detached human ears on its antlers. I never sleep again. fiction | Tommy Tung photograph

39th street in New York City

lend me your ears

On Christmas, I drive down 39th street with car antlers. I get to a stop light, and a reindeer pulls up next to me with detached human ears on its antlers. I never sleep again. fiction | Tommy Tung photograph

eco-friendly fangs

The vampire next door spends a lot of time composting after dinner, and I just smile and nod when I’m taking out the garbage. — fiction | Tommy Tung — — photography | Pexels — Let’s stay connected on Facebook

eco-friendly fangs

The vampire next door spends a lot of time composting after dinner, and I just smile and nod when I’m taking out the garbage. — fiction | Tommy Tung — — photography | Pexels — Let’s stay connected on Facebook

tell me how you really feel

I just blew up in my mouth a little,” said the disgusted dragon. — fiction | Tommy Tung — — photograph | Pixabay — Let’s stay connected on Facebook Twitter Instagram

tell me how you really feel

I just blew up in my mouth a little,” said the disgusted dragon. — fiction | Tommy Tung — — photograph | Pixabay — Let’s stay connected on Facebook Twitter Instagram

it’s not you—it’s me

“I’m just never going to be real with you, even if I love you,” said the imitation crab. — flash fiction | Tommy Tung — — art | Kawahara Keiga —   Let’s stay connected on Facebook Twitter Instagram

it’s not you—it’s me

“I’m just never going to be real with you, even if I love you,” said the imitation crab. — flash fiction | Tommy Tung — — art | Kawahara Keiga —   Let’s stay connected on Facebook Twitter Instagram

the future of advertising

Top industries after the apocalypse: counseling, hunting, and advertising—mainly for counseling and hunting. — fiction | Tommy Tung — — photography | Pixabay.com — Let’s stay connected on Facebook Twitter Instagram

the future of advertising

Top industries after the apocalypse: counseling, hunting, and advertising—mainly for counseling and hunting. — fiction | Tommy Tung — — photography | Pixabay.com — Let’s stay connected on Facebook Twitter Instagram

out of paper towels

The end of the world was messy—no clean-up crews answered my calls. — fiction | Tommy Tung — — photograph | Pixabay.com — Let’s stay connected on Facebook Twitter Instagram

out of paper towels

The end of the world was messy—no clean-up crews answered my calls. — fiction | Tommy Tung — — photograph | Pixabay.com — Let’s stay connected on Facebook Twitter Instagram

dragon my name through the mud

What I’ve learned from working with dragons is they don’t go outside for smoke breaks. They light up wherever they damn please. — fiction | Tommy Tung — — image | Pixabay.com — Let’s stay connected on Facebook Twitter Instagram

dragon my name through the mud

What I’ve learned from working with dragons is they don’t go outside for smoke breaks. They light up wherever they damn please. — fiction | Tommy Tung — — image | Pixabay.com — Let’s stay connected on Facebook Twitter Instagram

to hell with this

I got stuck in traffic near the gates of hell, now covered in scaffolding, and there was a sign tied to a pole, flapping in the wind: “Open During Remodeling.” But no one was walking in. So the rumors were

to hell with this

I got stuck in traffic near the gates of hell, now covered in scaffolding, and there was a sign tied to a pole, flapping in the wind: “Open During Remodeling.” But no one was walking in. So the rumors were