Rumpus Original Fiction: Scale
With my first blood, a scale appears, hard and iridescent in the soft skin below my arm. In bathroom mirror light, elbow raised, I press and prod, fingertips rusted from…
Fiction
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From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: On the Last Day, the Ancestors Came
If this were the end, May needed to see.
FROM THE ARCHIVES: Rumpus Original Fiction: Sabbath
There’s something about stillness that always comes just before the miracles.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Parallax
Summer was ending, and my sister was shrinking. I first noticed when we were sitting on the dock near the lake at our summer camp; as she stretched her bare…
From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction—The Christmas Party
I laugh. My laugh, this thing that sounds better on somebody else.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Self-Possession
The words blur, become meaningless. You need them to be meaningless.
Rumpus Original Fiction: My Mother Fires Guns
You are never really at peace with what you haven’t gotten.
Rumpus Original Fiction: What Wasn’t
She gave him a small, relieved laugh. In another world, she replied.
Rumpus Original Fiction: shadowman
he lives in closets, stalks young kids, & takes them in the middle of the night.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Being the Baby’s Heart
I took a deep breath. A long one. And I started rocking again.
Rumpus Original Fiction: On Sight
You stood and put your hair up. It made you a different man. You got hard and decided you were why.
