Jessica Knauss

Joined February 2021

26 stories

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I’m an author who writes great stories that must be told to immerse my readers in new worlds of wondrous possibility.

Here, I publish unusually entertaining fiction and fascinating nonfiction on a semi-regular basis.

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Snow Fantasy
Snow is piling on the ground a centimeter per second. I didn’t know dirt could freeze, but it has. Massachusetts thinks we are still in the Ice Age.
By Jessica Knauss4 years ago in Poets
Without Language in Córdoba
Tell me, without language, about the time you crossed the Roman Bridge and watched the sun rise over the city
By Jessica Knauss4 years ago in Poets
Mother Tongue
Mother Tongue, kiss me goodbye, for I’m going to a land where I will see you not. You may write me letters which I can throw away from me,
By Jessica Knauss4 years ago in Poets
Long Distance
your joy would cause the springtime a spell of jealousy, and the cold of your anger would make a massachusetts winter shiver,
By Jessica Knauss4 years ago in Poets
The Internship
Bonita walked out of her literary theory class by herself, clutching her books to her chest. She hadn’t made any real friends in her first two years at Brown and was starting to doubt her decision to major in English.
By Jessica Knauss4 years ago in Fiction
Look, Papa!
Santander, Spain 1902 María pulled the menu she’d jotted down out of her apron pocket, and the kitchen staff set aside their tasks expectantly. Before she could start to list the tasks for the second half of the day, the door burst open.
By Jessica Knauss4 years ago in Fiction
Nothing to Be Afraid Of
When Tina was six, she went with her grandmother to the cemetery because Tina’s mother refused. “Marigolds? Monster daisies in a loud color. Not at all right for a cemetery,” Mom said.
By Jessica Knauss4 years ago in Fiction
A Criminally Fishy Date
“I want to take you to my favorite restaurant,” said Toby. I practically whooped for joy. Finally, some initiative! We’d been to my four favorite restaurants in an invariable cycle for two months. They were my favorites—a vegetarian, a southern comfort kitchen, the all-potato place, and a pork barbecue joint—so it wasn’t like I was having a bad time. But it seemed like Toby should share a little bit of his life with me sometime. If he wanted a relationship, that is. Why is it so hard to tell?
By Jessica Knauss4 years ago in Fiction
The Other Box
We were moving the office in the summer. Bartholomew paid a company to move the desks, dividers, and big electronics, but everyone pitched in taking chairs and boxes of supplies up to the fifth floor.
By Jessica Knauss4 years ago in Fiction
Happy Birthday
Lila cracked the eggs into the metal bowl. They made a divot in the mound of flour, cocoa powder, baking powder, sugar, and a dash of salt. The sensation of mixing wet ingredients into dry ones to slowly obtain a runny cream with a rich brown color was probably going to be the most pleasant experience of the day.
By Jessica Knauss5 years ago in Fiction
The Old Barn
The old barn brooded in my imagination since the first time I glimpsed it in the wide-open field beside the highway on the way to grandma’s house. I couldn’t have been more than five.
By Jessica Knauss5 years ago in Fiction
The Ring of the Dove
The musician materialized one morning in late July while I watered the garden. Through the spray mist and its fleeting rainbows, his dark form appeared like a statue. His hair was plaited to his shoulders, his smile inviting, and his brown eyes so lively, I kinked the hose, afraid I was getting his guitar wet.
By Jessica Knauss5 years ago in Humans

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Snow Fantasy

Without Language in Córdoba

Mother Tongue

Long Distance

The Internship

Look, Papa!

Nothing to Be Afraid Of

A Criminally Fishy Date

The Other Box

Happy Birthday

The Old Barn

The Ring of the Dove

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