Fiction
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Slime
The slime problem had hatched when her daughter’s first grade class learned how to make putty they took home in plastic eggs.
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From the Archives: Rumpus Original Fiction: Lera
You keep the edge of your love sharp, a knife, so that those close to you know to handle it carefully. You think you’ve done it and then you discover that you’ve been endangering yourself to everybody you meet all…
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Six Micro Stories
Our eager fingernails fill with dust as we dream of sweetness on our tongues.
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From the Archives: Rumpus Original Fiction: The Bad Kind of Puppy
That was when she realized: the ticking was coming from inside herself.
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From the Archives: Rumpus Original Fiction: Any Good Wife
Airong’s voice was stern, matter-of-fact. “I’m pregnant.”
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From the Archives: Rumpus Original Fiction: Em
For her twenty-first birthday, Kiều’s younger siblings set fire to her bed.
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From the Archives: 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: All This Will Be Underwater
I typed, Are you aging? Are you tired and worn? Do you spend all your time fretting about the fine lines on your face and how they foretell the slow and steady march toward death or, worse, that moment when…
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Rumpus Original Fiction: The Litany of Invisible Things
The sound of love: you and him. Once upon a time.
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From the Archives: 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: Run, Sister
“You better start running,” he says, as he takes the hammer from its peg. “Your lucky hammer!” he yells.
