Fiction
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Boy of My Dreams
I cannot stop dreaming about the sixteen-year-old boy I loved madly almost twenty years ago.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: On the Sea
The beach was shrinking. That was how we thought of it at first.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: The Tangible Darkness
The ground trembles, setting his flesh and bones vibrating.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Black Talk
She wanted more, but couldn’t fathom releasing what she already had.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: What Kind of Alone?
Everything old felt far away; everything new felt exhilarating.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Two Flash Fictions by Kelsey Norris
It was strange what the nudity did to us—what the nakedness undid.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: La Yegüita
The hit below the belt worked. A jab like that was the quickest way to protect one’s denial.
