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Mr. Nadaraja’s Boy

By Dinesh McCoy | October 28, 2016 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

Did she look up, see the lettering on his nametag, N-A-D-A-R-A-J-A, and think to herself, “A Tamil I don’t know? In Findlay, Ohio?”

The Great Abramovich

By George Gao | October 14, 2016 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘I glanced curiously at the stranger. He looked old and frail. The sky outside the window seemed darker with his figure in profile. Though he was sitting next to us, he appeared to be somewhere else entirely.’

Tickets to Disneyland

By Fan Wu | September 16, 2016 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘Bonita, that engineer from Spain who always worked late, must have gone home already. Yong looked down at his ironed shirt and felt disappointed—if he had done the third floor half an hour earlier he might have seen her.’

Liked by Few, Hated by Most, Feared by All

By Vt Hung | September 2, 2016 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

I see my forebears, warriors in retirement, laboring in endless fields, bustling markets, and desolate seas. One by one they all stop, turn to me, and say: “If you have good hands, anything can happen.”

An Artificial Organ

By Sarah Wang | August 19, 2016 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘What else was contained within the pages? What had come before the tofu boxes and dusty scrolls, the grumpy old man who spent his last two decades in America cloistered in my uncle’s back house?’

Kareem: An Excerpt from Technologies of the Self

By Haris A. Durrani | April 15, 2016 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘He lingered on the edges of my social field of view, here in the basement lab where it was hot and loud’

A Penny Short

By Peter HZ Hsu | March 18, 2016 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘I left them both at the wedding reception. The best man was toasting the groom by listing all the women he’d given up for his new bride, and I’d had about enough.’

Ghost Forest

By Pik-Shuen Fung | March 4, 2016 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘Say, I’m here, Dad, my mom said. I’m here, Dad, I said. You have to say it louder so he can hear you.’

My Family Was Under Threat

By Meiko Ko | February 19, 2016 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘I’m conducting an experiment for escape.’

Foraging

By Aditya Desai | February 5, 2016 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

He’d gotten used to the routine of filling out the job applications: name, address, past positions, done. But then came that deadly box, ‘Have you ever been convicted of a crime or felony?’

The Starfruit Tree

By Ashwak Fardoush | December 25, 2015 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘Because she had saved my sister once, when my mother tried to pound out the wildness from my sister’s body with both words and sticks, no one ever came to rescue her.’

Terrorist-ish

By Shymala Dason | December 4, 2015 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘Shouldn’t be singing such a song, Ravi knew. But what to do? Inspiration, that was what was happening to him. He couldn’t help it. Had to let it out. He was artist. Couldn’t be always thinking about wars and horrors.’

Bardo

By Muna Gurung | October 23, 2015 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘I wonder what happens to skin when it is robbed of touch. Does it break? Does it know to breathe? Does it forget the painful sweetness of a tickle?’

You are Nothing But a Dog

By Vt Hung | October 9, 2015 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

“When she began crying, I thought about the rainfall in Viet Nam, how she said it was so heavy a person could hide in it.”

Night Garden: An Excerpt from Bright Lines

By Tanwi Nandini Islam | August 21, 2015 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘She planted the tiny sleeping nuggets into the ground, as a small prayer. One day, they would metamorphose, escape into the world as something altogether different.’

The Sad Ambassador

By Ananda Devi | August 7, 2015 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘What he saw in this other world was the dust on men, not men themselves. It was the color of the land, not a history the land told.’

Not My Father’s Equal

By Julie Wu | July 24, 2015 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

I didn’t expect him to smile and say, “I love you,” as Americans did. I had never seen him smile and I would never expect him to embrace me; he never had. But perhaps there was some way—some subtle, casual way—that he could acknowledge my worth.

The Opposite of a Train

By Jennifer Tseng | July 10, 2015 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘The image of my small life without the young man was one of a library with its doors locked, or simpler and more terrifying, that of a book with half its pages missing.’

The Suitcase

By Sung Woo | July 3, 2015 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘Our apartment, our home, became an unfamiliar space. We still slept in the same queen bed, but no longer did we speak of upgrading to the capacious king. We could now easily fit two additional people in the valley of the bedsheet between us.’

The Last Living Aztec

By Lisa Chen | June 12, 2015 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘Perhaps it was not what he did so much as how he put it. He insisted on “killed” not “terminated.” He refused “vertical chamber apparatus” in favor of the lurid “pit of despair.” But he also called love “love.” What reason was there to pretend otherwise?’

Quandary (1943-1945)

By Gene Oishi | June 5, 2015 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘Over the past three years, the desert had become Hiroshi’s home. Hacienda seemed very far away to him, both in terms of time and distance, and he didn’t want to go back.’ An excerpt from Gene Oishi’s Fox Drum Bebop

I See My Eye in Your Eye

By Bonnie Chau | May 29, 2015 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘As children, she liked purple, I liked pink. She liked turkey, I liked ham. She liked American cheese, I liked Swiss.’

Fortune and Riot

By MK Hall | May 8, 2015 | Asian American Writers' Workshop

‘The Korean community has a special name for the LA riots: Sa-I-Gu, Four-Two-Nine, the day it all began.’

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