Fiction
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Rumpus Original Fiction: My Mother Fires Guns
You are never really at peace with what you haven’t gotten.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: What Wasn’t
She gave him a small, relieved laugh. In another world, she replied.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: shadowman
he lives in closets, stalks young kids, & takes them in the middle of the night.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Being the Baby’s Heart
I took a deep breath. A long one. And I started rocking again.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: On Sight
You stood and put your hair up. It made you a different man. You got hard and decided you were why.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: New Build
“What do we do about the new build?” I ask. “Do we finish it? Sell it? Finish it, then sell it?”
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Daddies and Sons
When Jeb was old enough to have a family of his own, he hardly ever laid hands on his boys.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Three-Finger Freddie and a Fight
He could spin a Spalding between those eight digits faster and smoother than anyone.
