hobart logo

Showing results for Fiction

September 5, 2022 | Fiction

Flight to Paradise

Parker Young

Each day it paints the clearest possible picture of the gulch you’ve driven your life into.

August 22, 2022 | Fiction

Florida Man

Dan Leach

He sits alone on the beach with his feet in the sand, cigarette in mouth, eyes on the water, though there’s no one out here who knows him, and it’s not clear what he wants, unless what he wants is to be alone, in which case he picked the wrong part of the strand.

August 19, 2022 | Fiction

Break Me Open

Joe Baumann

The weather is hot.  The air conditioning is broken.  Everyone’s body is aching.  “You’re old enough to know.”  Our parents, he says, agree: it is time for us to understand openings, to recognize that we are not pinatas.  We are not stuffed with sugary candies in tight plastic wrappers.  Streamers and noisemakers will not burst forth from our chests.  We should not go at one another with baseball bats.  Openings are not occasions for blindfolds.

August 11, 2022 | Fiction

Allergy

Claudia Lundahl

The summer I was allergic to tap water was the summer I lost all my friends. School was out but nobody wanted to be around me except for Joel who wasn’t really my friend to begin with but sort of became one afterwards. It was understandable. I couldn’t shower and, well, to be perfectly honest, I smelled bad. Joel didn’t seem to mind, though. He worked the check-out at the general store and taped his ear to his head.

August 9, 2022 | Fiction

I Love You Because You Don't Exist

Katie Frank

You asked if I wanted to send you the latest version of my story as a Google doc so you could add comments. You offered to send me one of your stories in  return.

August 9, 2022 | Fiction

Mother Russia

Alexandrine Ogundimu

And V, who had been high all day and drinking since around 4pm, suddenly realized how fucking bored she was of all of it, of once again drinking her way through grad school in a cool city going to goth nights with people she was or wasn’t in love with and so V thought about getting up mid-sentence and leaving and calling her old sponsor and hitting up a late night AA meeting or maybe even just going home and getting some sleep or crying but instead she just listened to herself charmingly talk about nothing until she couldn’t stand it and asked the girl to dance.

August 3, 2022 | Fiction

Things They Don't Tell You

Moses Z.

As a kid, you don’t really know how swings work. You just move your legs and you get higher and higher. You find out later, regarding the swing, it’s because you are using your momentum through gravity, generating centripetal force to be exact, which creates a back and forth motion. But, for now, on that playground, your sister is swinging next to you and she laughs and yells, Higher! Higher!

July 28, 2022 | Fiction

So We Bought A Hearse

Robert Herbst

So we bought a hearse.

July 26, 2022 | Fiction

The Body

Erin Kelly Smith

She kicks him in the stomach and then runs at him, screaming, shoving him into a bookcase.

July 12, 2022 | Fiction

I'll Write You When I Get There

Jacob Parker

Snow is falling in Manhattan.

July 6, 2022 | Fiction

Toilet Story

Aristotelis Nikolas Mochloulis

When I entered the shop, the cashier looked at me like someone holding a toilet seat.

July 4, 2022 | Fiction

The Aliens

D. L. Updike

The aliens were everywhere that summer.

July 1, 2022 | Fiction

No Good

Cora Lee Womble-Miesner

Every night he’d sleep next to me, grabbing my belly, my hair, my thighs like he thought I might disappear.

June 27, 2022 | Fiction

Voland

Mike Murphy

Even at his weight, he could still get himself down to a 40 degree angle with the ice at a speed that pushed him to vapor, when you feel dilated into thin air. That is what they called it in the New England League: pushing vapor.

June 22, 2022 | Fiction

Luzerne

Greg Tebbano

That summer was like a movie or waiting for a movie to start, stuffing yourself all through the previews and when the movie came it was always a rag...
 

June 20, 2022 | Fiction

Pura Vida

Harris Lahti

“To the sweet life!” Phil says.  

June 17, 2022 | Fiction

Everything Hurts and My Body Is On Fire

Sam Berman

She combs her hair: I love her. She throws up on a Thursday after drinking at a new club spot on a Wednesday night: I love and love and love her. She spills her coffee onto the floorspace between our desks and laughs, Black Cup Down: What can I do?

June 14, 2022 | Fiction

America's Baby

Alex Juffer

“He just picked up a Nerf gun one day and shot his bottle right off the table from twenty yards out,” Dad would tell reporters, with a practiced shrug/grin combo that played well on television. “We knew he was something special then.”

June 10, 2022 | Fiction

Mirror

David Ryan

The parrot's flamboyant red and blue plume cocks, shivers. The family approaches.

June 6, 2022 | Fiction

The Swimsuit

Matthew Feasley

When I opened my eyes, I noticed something large there lying on the ground beneath a half-fallen tree.

June 3, 2022 | Fiction

I, Caravaggio

Eugenio Volpe

Regarding my best self, she’s referring to yours truly, the one who keeps Michelangelo and Caravaggio from canceling each other. 

June 2, 2022 | Fiction

2022 Night Out Manifestation

Amelia Anthony

We will have an easy drunken conversation I won’t remember.

May 30, 2022 | Fiction

Is not scar but is like scar

Shaun Pieter Clamp

She said she made boys fall in love with her. I said I was above her manipulations but I cried when she left. When she posted pictures with other guys I felt awful. I tried not to talk to her. Her messages came less and less until finally the feeling calloused.

May 26, 2022 | Fiction

Unsaid

Tina Tocco

Let’s say you go to the beach.  And let’s say it’s on your own for the first time.  And let’s say you’re 13 and look 15.  Maybe 16.  And let’s say your mom doesn’t know you’re going alone, because Olivia was coming, but the little chickenshit went and told her mom, that stuck-up bitch from Scarsdale, who said why the hell does your father even bother paying for flute lessons? 

May 16, 2022 | Fiction

McDonald's Coffee

Al Jacobs

Once the coffee cooled I took a sip and said, Not bad for McDonald's coffee.

And he said, It really is a good cup of coffee. Wherever you go, you can always depend on McDonald's for a good cup of coffee.

And I thought, McDonald's coffee is trash.

Recent Books

Pregaming Grief

Danielle Chelosky

Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?

Who Killed Mabel Frost?

Miss Unity

I thought I was unhappy as a man. Turns out I was just unhappy…

Backwardness

Garielle Lutz

Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!