hobart logo

Showing results for Fiction

Raw Honey photo
March 1, 2018 | Fiction

Raw Honey

Daniel Le Saint

We talked about a lot of things when we were high. We talked about a lot of things when we were sober, too. 

Alcoholics photo
February 27, 2018 | Fiction

Alcoholics

Bud Smith

Dad’s side are all boring fucks. Mom’s side, god—all my mom’s brothers thought they were the outlaw rebel cowboys of New Jersey. Wild ones.... more

Bruh photo
February 22, 2018 | Fiction

Bruh

Hector Luis Alamo

It was late July, those days in Chicago when summer is past its prime and everybody's waiting around for a bit of fun.

Three Is A Rational Number photo
February 21, 2018 | Fiction

Three Is A Rational Number

Michele Finn Johnson

It’s official—I’m rocking a solid C minus in algebra. Lola is pulling straight A’s, and Mom looks mystified as she posts Lola’s successes on the front of our fridge.

so fast in silence photo
February 20, 2018 | Fiction

so fast in silence

Timston Johnston

They had taken all the milking cows but left us the wheat fields that fed them. Only Boy handles our cow creamer with two hands,... more

Voiceless photo
February 19, 2018 | Fiction

Voiceless

Emily Smith

The photo I'm about to share is a sandwich, on a big brioche bun, cheese dripping out the sides, and juicy roast beef, beet red and... more

Angels photo
February 16, 2018 | Fiction

Angels

Shane Page

Weird day at work. Serving at Maria’s, couple walked up to me, looked like they’d been crying, gave me one hundred dollars. Five twenties. 

Damage photo
February 15, 2018 | Fiction

Damage

Jeff Newman

My son is obsessed with points.

Alptraum photo
February 13, 2018 | Fiction

Alptraum

Luke Whisnant

We were clowns playing death metal. That was our gimmick: whiteface makeup, red rubber ball noses, rainbow-colored wigs. We called... more

For The People In The Back photo
February 12, 2018 | Fiction

For The People In The Back

James Figy

Due to a clerical error, 265 students registered for my English 101 course. 

Mouth Open Wide photo
February 8, 2018 | Fiction

Mouth Open Wide

Denise Tolan

First, he ARRIVED – like the swans at Capistrano, or aliens in the desert, or, more likely, a flaming dessert.

“Who is that?” my... more

An Open Letter to the Guy Who Asked Me for Directions photo
February 7, 2018 | Fiction

An Open Letter to the Guy Who Asked Me for Directions

Stephanie Grossman

You don't know it yet, but I gave you bad directions, and now I can't find you. For this, I am truly, truly sorry.

Dear Liza, In What Shall We Carry The Stone? photo
February 6, 2018 | Fiction

Dear Liza, In What Shall We Carry The Stone?

Tyler Barton

We’re all going to be late, for everything, and the people we keep waiting will add this to their mental list of evidence that we are not careful or observant or accountable.

Two Stories photo
February 2, 2018 | Fiction

Two Stories

Sean Ennis

After thirty days in rehab, you are “coined out.”

2 Stories photo
February 1, 2018 | Fiction

2 Stories

Darla Mottram

Dress Code

I’ve got this friend who’s passionate about dress codes. Her name is Sharon. Most of the jobs I’ve had, when it’s come... more

Devils Tower photo
January 31, 2018 | Fiction

Devils Tower

Elizabeth Ellen

When I stay over at Amelia’s there is a poster of Devils Tower over her bed and we trace the volcanic neck with our fingertips instead of sleeping. I give Amelia a Xanax and floss between each of her teeth.

This is abstract and so entirely without utility, but I’ll note it anyway photo
January 30, 2018 | Fiction

This is abstract and so entirely without utility, but I’ll note it anyway

d.

texas was underwater, florida had been evacuated, and the eagle creek blaze—started by fireworks in September of the hottest Summer on record—filled the skies for hundreds of miles with the forest’s ashes.

SWEET BEGONIAS photo
January 29, 2018 | Fiction

SWEET BEGONIAS

Anne K. Yoder

A sister in place of a father wasn’t an exchange. I’d had twelve years with a father and none with a sister, and I’d preferred it that way.

Love Letter photo
January 26, 2018 | Fiction

Love Letter

Kristin Bonilla

I don’t know about heaven, but I hope I find it in these seagrass hills. When I die, I will float here and haunt the abandoned dairy. 

Foe in the Kitchen photo
January 25, 2018 | Fiction

Foe in the Kitchen

Gina Zucker

I protested with my body, such as it was. I felt the need to explain. “I’m staging a protest.” I fluttered hard. The foe smelled of gas.

The Suitcase photo
January 18, 2018 | Fiction

The Suitcase

Helen Hofling

It’s enough just to know that they’re out there. .

Dance! photo
January 17, 2018 | Fiction

Dance!

Genevieve Hudson

People became a mob and the mob circled her, gnashed their teeth and lashed their arms as if to say, Dance! Dance! Dance! They wanted a concert! Another song! Dance, Connie, dance!

The Demise of Fragaria Ananassa photo
January 15, 2018 | Fiction

The Demise of Fragaria Ananassa

Danielle Lea Buchanan

Tongue hasn’t left its .276 square foot efficiency studio apartment in three weeks. To discourage visitors due to... more

2 Stories photo
January 12, 2018 | Fiction

2 Stories

Carla Diaz

There Never Was a Mainland

We burned fast that summer. The boats had stopped coming. The water kept us there. That’s the thing about... more

Bio-Baby photo
January 11, 2018 | Fiction

Bio-Baby

Melissa Ragsly

In the bag the child swam and twirled and stopped long enough to meet the eyes of the camera. 

Recent Books

Preview cropped saul stories coverthumb

Saul Stories

Elizabeth Ellen

"I didn't want to ever be outside of this moment. I knew at some point I would look at the picture I'd just taken and feel an overwhelming sense of loss. I thought as long as we could manage to stay inside this particular hotel room, to avoid our phones and every person with whom we'd ever come into contact, we would continue to feel whole. We were revolutionaries, goddamnit. These were our accumulation of beautiful moments. Before the world fractured us. I don't expect you to understand how I became Brad Pitt in that moment, how we all just flew along down the highway. Bandits. Ex-patriots. In love with this countryside, if not this country. Paper Moon. The Last Picture Show. All of this shot in black and white. Only the final scene in color."

Preview cropped lgla coverthumb b

Legs Get Led Astray

Chloe Caldwell

FOUR NEW ESSAYS BY CHLOE CALDWELL! Plus the original essays that made you fall in love with Chloe!

Preview cropped drhexd2xuaacvmd

Dualities

Jason Phoebe Rusch

Jason Phoebe Rusch is a queer writer from the Chicago suburbs. His full-length debut Dualities explores gender and patriarchy from the perspective of a man who was socialized and is currently still read as a woman. He is interested in complication and nuance and messy human failing, his own and that of others.