Rumpus Original Fiction: A World in a Box
Saturday is a desert in a motel.
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Rumpus Original Fiction
Rumpus Original Fiction: Infatuation
Until it is awkward. Until it is disturbing. Until she cracks.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Lunch Money
Out here on the balcony, perched three stories above the ground, we’re in her world.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: In the Large Room Where Your Future Is Kept
She told herself it was a new beginning. Nothing would be taken for granted again.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Orientation
The human animal was at war with itself. It was a cosmic joke with no teller.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Three Flash Fictions by Rebecca Hannigan
Imagine a man looking at the artist looking at the art at the party.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: The Man from Washington
They had, together, built something that, while not without its faults, was strong.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Lifers
We were beginning to exist on the periphery of our own lives.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Flap
A flap to determine entry, or deny it. A flap whose failure determines choking.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: An Other Man
This is a carousel that never slows to a point where you can board gracefully.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Beginnings
It is often a curse, this imagination of mine. Life pales in comparison.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Three Flash Fictions by Maggie Cooper
Will you join us? When you are ready, lie down to rest.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: The Lavaliere
Every monster has a history with another monster.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: The Basement
Looking back, it feels like I knew.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Any Good Wife
Airong’s voice was stern, matter-of-fact. “I’m pregnant.”
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Rumpus Original Fiction: What Kind of Love Is That?
Nothing in Texas came easy.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: New Hallways, New Doors
Now it is nearly fall, and the baby is small and pink.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: All Good Things Come to an End
I didn’t feel bad about lying because the truth would have hurt her.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Marnie Marie Lit a Match
The only way to guarantee a secret is for the only person to know about it be you.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: The Earth Revolves around the Sun
I imagined myself from the outside: the picture of a woman waiting.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Today, You’re a Black Revolutionary
The important thing to remember when climbing a pole, a rope, a mountain is to not look down.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: The Lacking World
I acted childishly. But, in my defense, it was childish only if we actually lived in a world where Shakespeare had never existed.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: She Hated the Child
She didn’t want anything to change. She understood it would be easier if she loved the child. But she did not want to love it.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: RememberYou
They had begun studying memory hoping to find a cure for Alzheimer’s, the doctor explains. But instead, they found other results.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Drink the Wine That Moves You
Were they all just kittens, really, the comfort of their warm blood the only defense between life and a dump in the river?
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Of Birds Alit in Trees
Her name is Selvakumari, but the name catches like a vine in the family’s mouth, comes out bungled and limp. They call her Sally.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Even the Moon
When you finished, several minutes passed before we spoke. You dipped a finger in a pool of candle wax. How could I know this was the only real secret you’d ever kept?
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Handsome Cab
A warm wash of confidence came over me. You don’t really know who you are until you know which car you’re following.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Rebecca
Grace shook her head, surprised by both her reluctance to speak and her impulse to lie. She had seen many photos of Rebecca.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: The Typhoon is a Hurricane
She tried her best to be clinical, but his dreaming scared her, made her think of ghosts and aswang stealing pieces of her—little bit by little bit.
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