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

elbows never sounded so delicious

The year is 2016. Macaroni are amputated due to our unchecked hunger for their elbows. — flash fiction | Tommy Tung — — photograph | Pixabay.com — Let’s stay connected on Facebook Twitter Instagram

elbows never sounded so delicious

The year is 2016. Macaroni are amputated due to our unchecked hunger for their elbows. — flash fiction | Tommy Tung — — photograph | Pixabay.com — Let’s stay connected on Facebook Twitter Instagram

the purrminator

“Meow be back,” said the cyborg cat, exploring a mysterious paper portal in the kitchen. — fiction | Tommy Tung — — photograph | Matt Edward — — CC by 2.0 — Let’s stay connected on Facebook Twitter Instagram

the purrminator

“Meow be back,” said the cyborg cat, exploring a mysterious paper portal in the kitchen. — fiction | Tommy Tung — — photograph | Matt Edward — — CC by 2.0 — Let’s stay connected on Facebook Twitter Instagram

the last insurance claws

They were shooting cats and calling it self-defense. The sheriff was calling it the same. That was the trouble with this town, and a short-haired tabby like me was going to claw these sons of bitches to death in this

the last insurance claws

They were shooting cats and calling it self-defense. The sheriff was calling it the same. That was the trouble with this town, and a short-haired tabby like me was going to claw these sons of bitches to death in this

auto know by now

Vampires unfriend me when learning about my sunroof, while werewolves keep opening it during the full moon. — flash fiction | Tommy Tung — — photography | Pexels.com —

auto know by now

Vampires unfriend me when learning about my sunroof, while werewolves keep opening it during the full moon. — flash fiction | Tommy Tung — — photography | Pexels.com —