Rumpus Original Fiction: Nocturnal
There is, however, an urgency. And, urgently, she tells you stories.
Fiction
216 posts
Rumpus Original Fiction: Sun-Up
“You know what I mean. It really just makes you think about the shortness of life and shit.”
Rumpus Original Fiction: Company Town
So by week four of my fellowship, I shifted my plan to write a piece of “autofiction” in which an Australian named Simon dates an Amazon employee.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Obliquity
Andrea tells me her hallucinations are getting worse, more frequent, more frightening, though she doesn’t elaborate on how.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Application for Admission [DRAFFFFT] from Kaylee River King
Dear Committee, Please consider my application for admission under your new Charles Schwab Playing Field Initiative, which I believe I qualify for in double spades.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Boy Moms
It’s nice of the Baptists to let us use this space––though of course, we know they’re trying to convert us. We’re okay with that. It feels good to be wooed.
Rumpus Original Fiction: orange is thirsty
Vultures don't touch the orange. They touch the white.
Rumpus Original Fiction: The Familiar Phantom
“Why are you here?” I asked after a pause. “After all these years.”
Rumpus Original Fiction: Three Flash Stories by B. Do
There’s something painful about being here in San Francisco. I can’t say what. I’m always losing my words.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Before Love, Before Loneliness
You make stuff up all the time. You excel in subjects that require making stuff up, like English composition and moral science.
Rumpus Original Fiction: The Birdcage
It was like holding a lighter above a pool of gas. Something was on the verge of rupture.
