Posts Tagged: fiction

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

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

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

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 —

wanda

“That blank page at the beginning of a book? That’s me,” Wanda says and goes out the door. All that remains of her is a dent on my pillow. I visit her apartment, which is vacated, and she has never

wanda

“That blank page at the beginning of a book? That’s me,” Wanda says and goes out the door. All that remains of her is a dent on my pillow. I visit her apartment, which is vacated, and she has never