From the Archive: Rumpus Original Fiction: Mustard Seeds
At the end of the week, which was long with sleepless nights, Miri picked her heart out of the kitchen sink, put it in a paper lunch bag, and took it to the witch.
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Join NOW!At the end of the week, which was long with sleepless nights, Miri picked her heart out of the kitchen sink, put it in a paper lunch bag, and took it to the witch.
...moreElissa Washuta discusses her new essay collection, WHITE MAGIC.
...moreThe moment presented itself at dusk the following day.
...moreAugusten Burroughs discusses his new memoir, TOIL & TROUBLE.
...moreWe seldom forget when people promise to give us something, whether we need or want that thing or not. I promise you death, you want a death.
...moreI am glad to be free of that tyrant, even if it means I am an end table waddling inch-by-inch down this path on a foolish mission that might prove impossible. I may be an end table, but at least I am free.
...moreThe Rumpus Book Club chats with Saša Stanišić about his novel Before the Feast, the challenge of writing a plural narrator, working with a translator, and book tours in Germany.
...moreNew York Magazine has an excerpt from Alex Mar’s new book, Witches of America.
...morePaula Whyman talks with SM Shrake about his annual witch costume in The Rumpus’s thirtieth mini-interview!
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