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 (32)
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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 Duft3 years 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 Duft3 years 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 Duft3 years ago in Fiction
I Don’t Know Jack
While living in Moscow, Russia, I was once hired to interpret a blind date between a Russian woman and a British man visiting the country that was set up by their mutual friends. I was just starting my career as a linguist, so that was supposed to be good practice for me. It was still that time before all the smartphones, and I felt weird bringing a huge dictionary to a restaurant, so I was just hoping my skills and vocabulary would be enough.
By Katya Duft3 years ago in Humor
The Fab Fake
Dan had always dreamed of meeting Paul McCartney. When he finally had a chance to approach him in London after one of the public appearances, Sir Paul didn’t have any time to sign an autograph or exchange a couple of words and got immediately driven away. Dan was deeply offended by such blatant disrespect to his adoration. He was such a huge fan that he even created a cover band to perform Paul’s songs and learned to precisely imitate Macca’s voice.
By Katya Duft3 years ago in Fiction
A Broken Record
I was rearranging my shoes on a rack by the front door, when I heard something softly hit the floor behind it. I opened the door and found a package on my mat, containing no return address. Weird. I opened it and discovered a vinyl record inside that was sadly broken in two. It was packed well, so someone must have meant to send it this way…
By Katya Duft3 years ago in Fiction
