Katya Duft
Bio
Katya Duft is a public transit blogger (Tales From the Bus) and a three-time Moth Story Slam winner; frequent participant of storytelling shows in Los Angeles. She is also a linguist working in post-production.
Stories (28/0)
Just a Thoughtful Word
Every morning starts the same on our school bus. Alex plonks himself down next to me, elbows me in the ribs, and screams, "Yo, fatty, what did you have for breakfast? A ten egg omelette?" I just smile politely and look away. It's always the same joke; eggs, or bacon, or sausage, with slight variations. Other kids laugh and cheer; Alex jumps up and jokingly bows in every single direction. Being a class clown is his only resort from becoming an outcast, like myself. I understand and don't argue. I am used to it.
By Katya Duft12 months ago in Fiction
Ring the Bell If You Smell
I was standing at a bus stop in Los Angeles, when an elderly lady showed up, carrying a big plastic bucket. It was covered by a newspaper, but I was still able to see that it was full of feces, of all things. It was a hot day, so a couple flies landed on it right away.
By Katya Duft12 months ago in Humor
Size Zero? Zero Sense
A lovely friend of mine was recently shown on TV, being interviewed in her element, working out and teaching martial arts at a gym that she manages. Her job wasn’t the main focus of that TV story (it was actually about her connection to the British royal family), but all that many people were able to see was her larger frame, not typical for athletes.
By Katya Duft12 months ago in Confessions
The Girls Have Ears
One day, years ago, I was hired by a company in California for an interpreting task. The boss needed three Russian interpreters, and since I was hired first, he entrusted me with the task of finding two more, by interviewing some applicants the next day at his office.
By Katya Duft12 months ago in Confessions
Self-Therapy. Content Warning.
Out of all the places I rented in Moscow, Russia, one in particular stands out. To begin with, I moved in there under stressful circumstances and moved out under even more shocking ones. Also, it was a tiny room, where my landlady placed her old refrigerator that wasn’t working. When asked why, her reasoning was beautiful. “When the existing one breaks down, I try and get the old one repaired.” I should have known from the start, but the rent was beyond low and I had to move urgently, so...
By Katya Duft12 months ago in Confessions
Pippa and a Mysterious Horse
The morning of her birthday Pippa was woken up by quiet whinnying at her window. She looked out and saw a brown horse tied to a pole right by the porch. Pippa was so curious, she ran out in her nightgown. She carefully approached the horse and slightly patted it on the head.
By Katya Duftabout a year ago in Fiction
A Day Less Ordinary
That day didn’t seem any different from all other days, except the skies were even grayer, and the rain just wouldn’t stop. He poured himself another cup of coffee and reminded his wife to hurry. Surprisingly, for the first time ever, she was ready on time. Her face was pale and puffy, but he attributed it to the wine that she usually had before bed (even more than one glass in the last several weeks).
By Katya Duftabout a year ago in Fiction
A Nobody
She first caught his eye at an industry networking party. Standing by the window in a lovely purple dress and holding a glass of champagne, she was impatiently glancing around the room. He didn’t want to disturb her, but an unknown force pulled him toward her.
By Katya Duftabout a year ago in Fiction
Subscribe to my stories
Show your support and receive all my stories in your feed.
Send me a tip
Show your support with a small one-off tip.