When I am thirteen years old, I fall into a despondent hopelessness which I am powerless to name. My adoptive parents—suffering with me through panic-laden, sleepless nights—finally take me to a psychologist. “What do you want?” he asks. I sit across from his desk on a too-soft leather chair. “I want to run,” I say. “Where?” he asks. I draw my legs up and cross them in front of me. “That’s just it,” I say.
Thirteen
Art by Robinson Accola

In September 2022 SmokeLong launched a workshop environment/community christened SmokeLong Fitness. This community workshop is happening right now on our dedicated workshop site. If you choose to join us, you will work in a small group of around 15-20 participants to give and receive feedback on flash narratives—one new writing task each week.