From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: No Good
The sounds that she would expect here are entirely absent. There are no cries, no weeping. Just soothing, muffled tones.
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Join NOW!The sounds that she would expect here are entirely absent. There are no cries, no weeping. Just soothing, muffled tones.
...moreMaking it to thirty seems unimaginable, yet it happens anyway.
...moreBut still: A pattern. The trauma had been diluted by time. But, it was still present, still discernible, in my blood.
...moreDo you keep a dream journal? I started as a teenager, and continue on-and-off. Sometimes I can’t tell the difference between a dream and a memory. Does this happen to you? Or am I confessing to something strange and pathological? Where is the line between pathology and creativity?
...moreAfter four years of ceaseless bombing and brutality, the security of life itself has been reduced in Aleppo to horror, terror, and scarcity of basic human resources.
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