Posts Tagged: flash 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

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

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