Posts Tagged: folklore

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

naturally

At her funeral, she still had the burn marks when the dragon had laughed in her face. They blamed the creature, of course, and removed his head with many men and many axes. In private, I mourned the dragon, for

naturally

At her funeral, she still had the burn marks when the dragon had laughed in her face. They blamed the creature, of course, and removed his head with many men and many axes. In private, I mourned the dragon, for

the laughing lake

Twelve hours burn and the sun crashes below the horizon. No one knows because no one looks for the wreckage. But the moon knows. On windy nights, I see her laughing on the surface of a lake. {flash fiction ~

the laughing lake

Twelve hours burn and the sun crashes below the horizon. No one knows because no one looks for the wreckage. But the moon knows. On windy nights, I see her laughing on the surface of a lake. {flash fiction ~

how Summer killed Winter

: “I don’t know what to make of you,” said the little girl to Winter. : “Make me into a snowman,” Winter said. : “But I don’t like snowmen; they just stand there.” : “Then make us parts of a

how Summer killed Winter

: “I don’t know what to make of you,” said the little girl to Winter. : “Make me into a snowman,” Winter said. : “But I don’t like snowmen; they just stand there.” : “Then make us parts of a

only the sky remembers

Many years ago, the night did not end and the stars did not live far. People threw the stars across the world, and once they landed, they were thrown again. The sky was a loom of lights — arcing, burning,

only the sky remembers

Many years ago, the night did not end and the stars did not live far. People threw the stars across the world, and once they landed, they were thrown again. The sky was a loom of lights — arcing, burning,