bullying
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Honey
That cafe smelled like fresh-baked bread and cookies, and the baristas were all women with warm, soft hands who called everyone — the Senator, the mothers, the babies, the businessmen — Honey. So many baristas would have called you Honey, David. And swayed along…
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Self-Possession
The words blur, become meaningless. You need them to be meaningless.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Poor People Disappear
Nothing is not right. There is no indication there has ever been a house.
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Redefining Manhood: A Conversation with James Hornor
James Hornor discusses his new novel, VICTORIA FALLS.
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The Rumpus Mini-Interview Project #147: Saadia Faruqi
“If you can’t really tell the whole story in five thousand words, are you really a writer?”
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ENOUGH: On Junot Díaz, from a Survivor
A Rumpus series of work by women and non-binary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
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These Places Surround Me: Talking with Quintan Ana Wikswo
Quintan Ana Wikswo discusses her novel, A Long Curving Scar Where the Heart Should Be, delving into the facets of trauma, and her creative processes.
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ENOUGH: The Mark Thing
A Rumpus series of work by women and non-binary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
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Voices on Addiction: What We Forget, What We Remember
I don’t remember when [my brother] ran away; I just remember him being gone more often than not.
