Posts Tagged: urban fantasy

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

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

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

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

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 —

one-hour zone

I can’t take a punch very well, because I tend to take all of them, and I’m taking all sorts from Owen right now—uppercuts, hooks, jabs—and I pass out until water whips my eyes. Mr. V is standing with Owen,

one-hour zone

I can’t take a punch very well, because I tend to take all of them, and I’m taking all sorts from Owen right now—uppercuts, hooks, jabs—and I pass out until water whips my eyes. Mr. V is standing with Owen,