fiction
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The Eeling
Most people had stopped working. No point in making money now. Those who continued either genuinely loved what they did, or had ended up at the bottom of the waitlist and had to find ways to get by until their…
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Mother Tongue
You used to look in the mirror and your face would disassemble entirely: your eyes turning to twin river stones, your nose a stub of driftwood, the rounds of your cheeks the shells of beetles. Now there’s something more whole…
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The Rumpus Prize in Fiction, Honorable Mention: Josie Tolin
By now the night has cooled, and the dune grass rustles beneath the mills. The light clicks off on the back porch between Trent’s house and Greta’s.
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The Red Zone
That night, when I confessed to never having used a tampon before, not having a mom around to explain it, Cami locked us both into a bathroom stall and showed me how.
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The Rumpus Prize in Fiction, First Place: Aimee LaBrie
The first part went as expected: the countback with the anesthesiologist, the prepping of the surgical area, the instruments arranged just so.
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Dead Man Sink
Bennie knew her mother wasn’t beautiful. She knew this because her mother wouldn’t swim.
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Find Me in the Light
I can never figure out the right rhythm and I’m always off beat—interrupting at the wrong moment, letting the silence hang for far too long.
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The Sun Never Sets on the Sunrise Highway
With so little going on, we get to talking. Talk about the past, chitchat to pass the time.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Six Micro Stories
Our eager fingernails fill with dust as we dream of sweetness on our tongues.
