Rumpus Original Fiction: Before Love, Before Loneliness
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Fiction
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Rumpus Original Fiction: The Birdcage
It was like holding a lighter above a pool of gas. Something was on the verge of rupture.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Fichte Died Here
Seven digits, no area code. Local. Hello, a voice said.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Nosedive
Standing and staring at a familiar nothing, you’re suddenly peaceful, suspended; you don’t want to move an inch.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Crusher
Under your puffer, you sweat from the exertion of the approach, but each step brings cooler air. It won’t be long before the rock becomes numbingly cold.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Care and Feeding
“He’s called before—it’s all routine,” the dispatcher assured him.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Stages of a Bruise
Did her principles against infidelity still apply, or did death equal divorce? She thought meeting the wife might help her decide.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Happy Birthday, I Love You
Almost unwittingly, Denver bent forward. But just before making contact with his pillowy cheek, it happened.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Mukbang
When she swallowed, you could see, if you watched closely enough, a lump moving down her gullet and into the abyss of her impossibly beautiful body, infinitely and effortlessly more beautiful than mine.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Trinity
We stood there in silence for a while. Small waves of sound lapped at the stone walls and low monuments of the church: car tires, distant sirens, subway rumble.