Fiction
This is Thin Air Online’s Archive of pieces that are classified as fiction. Here is our showcase of your whimsy and imagination.
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The Adventures Of The Moving Lump by Damyanti Biswas
By Damyanti Biswas Omi remembered the summer he turned six for different reasons. He lost his first tooth, Grandpa died in a faraway Indian village, and Grandma came to live with them in their tiny apartment in Florida. But of that summer, he remembered best the stories Grandma told him, speaking in a firm, clear…
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For All The Men Who Slept With Her by Damyanti Biswas
By Damyanti Biswas From a distance, she took him for a boy. But on looking closer, Laura knew him for a boy-sized man, one of those people nature chooses to sport with. She felt a gush of rage. She wanted to gather him up in her soft arms and tell him he looked good in…
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Vintage Binoculars by Leah Browning
Vintage Binoculars by Leah Browning Danny found them on a shelf at the back of the shop. The thin leather strap was worn to a string on one side, and missing its snap, but someone had looped it through and tied it in a knot. They were otherwise in good condition, for their age. He took them to…
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Flight 2418 by Paul Bergstraesser
Flight 2418 By Paul Bergstraesser “Sir?” Was she talking to him? Who knew. He kept his eyes closed. “Sir.” Yeah, it was him. He took a deep breath and looked at the flight attendant. Her face was artificial-nice from corporate training but underneath he read sourness and disgust. Wasn’t the first time somebody had been repulsed by…
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MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH TRAINS by Hsien Chong Tan
BY HSIEN CHONG TAN When I was a little girl in New York, I loved to ride the subway. Back then, I didn’t care about the grime or the roaches. And the weirdoes on board didn’t scare me. I liked how a bunch of buskers would just pop on the train, play a song, and…
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HOLES by Emily Koon
Loretta, the cleaning woman, went at the picture window in the living room with a bottle of Windex, wiping in hard slashes. She always makes faces while she cleans, as if we live like animals on the days she doesn’t come. When she was finished, she dusted her hands off and said, “I don’t think…
