Rumpus Original Fiction: Let All Our Ghosts Depart
This is what beauty was, she said. This is what beauty made you into.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: A Note to Say Hello, I’m Here
“I don’t know why the hell he chose to live here, of all places. Sometimes it feels like the loneliest city in the world.”
Rumpus Original Fiction: She Walks in Fields of Light
I don’t know if she’s dangerous, or crazy like they say. But in this deadening place, she’s the only live wire.
Rumpus Original Fiction: The Dollmaker
Sakshi can lay me over her workbench, unstitch my skin, stuff me with fur, and then sew me. She can weave her magic into me. Make me not be myself anymore.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Storytellers
The first thing I learn is that storytelling is a strange art. Listening to stories all my life has not, in any way, prepared me to tell my own.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Dream People
I am embarrassed by how it scares me, getting older. By how the fear has guided every decision. By the math I’m always doing in my head, working back from fifty-two. If I die at the same age my dad died, Brody will be twenty-six, which is old enough.
From the Archives: Rumpus Original Fiction: The Anniversary
There lay her gift, basking in the sunlight. A gray-green lizard the size of a shoe. It stood so still she thought it was fake.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Fantasyland
Here is a lesson Portia learned years ago—you can get away with being rude and nasty if there’s a twinkle in your eye.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Signal and Response
Researchers are investigating twins and siblings close in age for possible telepathic entanglement.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Pink and Lilac
My sister chose petal pink and lilac for her wedding. She was a coder. She was going to be the breadwinner.
From the Archives: Rumpus Original Fiction: Prescriptions
I wore sobriety like a shirt that was too tight in the shoulders, and everyone around me knew it.