Rumpus Original Fiction: We Are the Titanic
We float in the pool and stare at the clouds. My sister says Jack. I say Rose, like a weird game of Marco Polo.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Three Flash Stories by Mandira Pattnaik
During the Festival, we’re forbidden to eat anything except fruits.
Let it tremble in riotous beauty: Ana Portnoy Brimmer’s To Love an Island
Our love should make us quake, quake like a storm, a storm that tears down “the whole blood-marbled edifice.”
Rumpus Original Fiction: Counting
It’s not the first time you do it, but it is the first time you get caught.
Voices on Addiction: Triggers and Warnings
This is the longest time my brother spends on the ground. I rarely see him, but he’s with me like an invisible second skin. I wear him everywhere.
Rumpus Original Fiction: The Photograph
Over time, I detested how the woman jealously occupied his heart so that no other woman ever stepped into our lives or our house.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Hóngmén Banquet
“This is a homecoming,” he’d announced to the girl who took the order, “don’t let our mouths or cups go empty.”
Rumpus Original Fiction: Pulmonary
If I stand in the middle of my home and wingspan my arms out, I can touch the insides of my mother’s left lung, wall-to-wall.
Funny Women: Creative Writing Tips for Men
Delete all instances of the word “shrill.” Search for similar words spanning all parts of speech: shriek, nag, scream, screech, and squawk, for example.
Voices on Addiction: Make Me A Channel of Your Peace
In the library at the Farm, I wondered how William’s Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions ended up at a vacation house purchased five years after his death.