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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Join NOW!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?
...moreA Rumpus series of work by women, trans, and nonbinary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
...moreFor seven years I’d met the perfect man in fall, dated him for three months, then wailed as Fate plucked out my heart and devoured it, whole and beating. (Only to grow back and be eaten again twelve months later.) This was some Prometheus-level bullshit.
...moreThe words blur, become meaningless. You need them to be meaningless.
...moreThen the road less traveled by diverged in a wood and took him in the night.
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...moreYou stood and put your hair up. It made you a different man. You got hard and decided you were why.
...moreDolly Alderton discusses her new novel, GHOSTS.
...moreI can tell he knows exactly what kind of trouble I like.
...moreIn that moment of quiet, I screamed, as loud as I could, “I’m bisexual.”
...more“In my own experience, anxiety entails dwelling on the past.”
...moreAfter approaching her, start a conversation by trying to guess her ethnicity.
...moreSycamore wrote this book long before pandemic time, and yet it couldn’t have arrived at a better moment.
...moreMy job was to help people suspend disbelief.
...moreEnjoy a cozy evening at home… and another one… and another one.
...moreWhere my masculinity dwells, I am in control.
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...moreEmily Hashimoto discusses her debut novel, A WORLD BETWEEN.
...moreThere is nothing I want more than a happy ending.
...moreI always thought I was too smart to be one of those girls.
...moreSuch distinguished hybridity joined us all, animal and human, in a lonely, exclusive tribe.
...moreThis, I learned, is what rawness tasted like. I wanted more.
...moreBut in that same instant, as she turned, his smile froze.
...moreWe met in a dorm hallway, half past midnight.
...moreOn a Tuesday night in New York City, a girl meets the love of her life.
...moreAre you wealthy? If so, heyyy.
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