short stories
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The Myriad Conflagrations of our Times: Chloe N. Clark’s Patterns of Orbit
In this collection, the reader can slipstream from space shuttle to submarine, from Grimm to Goldilocks to Charybdis, because a cautionary tale that’s never heeded is never out of date . . .
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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 Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: Three Flash Fictions by Niyah Morris
The lasso was a gaping mouth that opened wide enough, we hoped, to swallow the cloud.
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Daydreams of Blackness: Some of Them Will Carry Me by Giada Scodellaro
Scodellaro’s characters have autonomy, know their comforts and desires, and find space and safety in the corners of forgotten places. They grieve on countertops, chewing ice and waiting for the return of a lover who has left for another.
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From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: An Other Man
This is a carousel that never slows to a point where you can board gracefully.
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From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: Forty-Six
Waiting to turn forty-six is like standing in the unrelenting sunshine.
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From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: Footnotes on a love story
Before they were married, they met in a photograph.
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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.
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Delicious Anger: A Conversation with Gwen E. Kirby
When I’ve been running regularly and writing regularly, it tends to go well. When I haven’t been running or writing in a while, then I’m bent over heaving for breath and wondering why I ever thought I knew how to…
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Self-Possession
The words blur, become meaningless. You need them to be meaningless.
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A Fundamental Sense of Mystery: Talking with Cara Blue Adams
Cara Blue Adams discusses her debut story collection, YOU NEVER GET IT BACK.
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The Rumpus Book Club Chat with Christopher Gonzalez
Christopher Gonzalez discusses his debut story collection, I’M NOT HUNGRY BUT I COULD EAT.