geometrically unavailable
“At least tell me your number, beautiful,” I said. “π,” said the circle that rolled away. fiction | Tommy Tung photo | Pixabay Let’s stay connected on Facebook Twitter Instagram
geometrically unavailable
“At least tell me your number, beautiful,” I said. “π,” said the circle that rolled away. fiction | Tommy Tung photo | Pixabay Let’s stay connected on Facebook Twitter Instagram
haiku | the pines
I wrote a haiku several years ago and then remembered it this year and practiced some design with a public domain photograph to create this digital postcard for web and social media. — Tommy Tung Let’s stay connected on Facebook
haiku | the pines
I wrote a haiku several years ago and then remembered it this year and practiced some design with a public domain photograph to create this digital postcard for web and social media. — Tommy Tung Let’s stay connected on Facebook
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
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
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
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
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
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