Posts Tagged: science fiction
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
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
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
don’t drink the water
The year is 2025. The place is California. You have a greater chance of living if you sneeze into your hand and drink what you catch—than if you surrender your minimum wage paycheck for one bottle of water. Today though you become curious
don’t drink the water
The year is 2025. The place is California. You have a greater chance of living if you sneeze into your hand and drink what you catch—than if you surrender your minimum wage paycheck for one bottle of water. Today though you become curious
it will all make sense in the morning
He woke up and he was no longer human. His mind moved at the speed of strawberry jam, and constructing a sentence took half an hour. “How the hell do you sleep at night?” he finally asked his creator. “Like
it will all make sense in the morning
He woke up and he was no longer human. His mind moved at the speed of strawberry jam, and constructing a sentence took half an hour. “How the hell do you sleep at night?” he finally asked his creator. “Like
midnight for miles
I woke up wobbly on the wrong side of the moon. It was midnight for miles. Nine missed calls, my helmet blinked. I threw up vodka inside my mask and inhaled it, until my crew found me. I showered. Then
midnight for miles
I woke up wobbly on the wrong side of the moon. It was midnight for miles. Nine missed calls, my helmet blinked. I threw up vodka inside my mask and inhaled it, until my crew found me. I showered. Then
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