Before roosting in the city, starlings dive—
five thousand deep in flock. Like cells they follow the
law of localization. Bound by surroundings. Step into a

crowded elevator and take on

“We made out once,” my sister says. I thought “I was in love with him for a night.”

We wiped down, scraped, rearranged, shook out, swept, mopped, vacuumed, stripped, waxed, sealed.

Welcome to Hobart Photo Stories, a one stop shop for photos that will excite the brain, the eye and the heart.

—Tara Wray, photo editor 

Julie Hrudova works and lives in

Southerners think that West Virginia is the north, and northerners think West Virginia is the south. 

No one should become a new parent at my age.

“Isn’t there something called ‘Pizza’?” I whispered to my girlfriend one night, awake from a dream; she kissed my forehead, her breath heavy with the sweet smell of cilantro, and sent me back to sleep.

I was birthed alongside a digested McMuffin evacuated from a parallel pipe—my mother’s last pre-labor meal. She opted for a natural birth, taking only an aspirin, never uttering a complaint.

When I told you I wanted to file a police report for our missing love, you turned to me with your best impression of a blank page. 

I feel blessed. I thank God with a capital G for my success.

At dawn on Saturday, our powerlifting group arrived at the locker room to try on singlets.

Lying next to her, I wrote the last chapter of the Bible and surrounded our bed with Doritos.

First of all I want to thank you for accepting my friend request.  Out of all our graduating class of 1992, you were the only one to do so.  

Just This Morning

A New Jersey train derails and crushes the station.
I wake slow, make coffee on the other side of the country;
finish the cup while hundreds are rushed to crowded

New Miserable Experience
Gin Blossoms
Label: A&M
Released: August 4th, 1992
Length: 45:02

When I think about being a kid, it feels like thumbing through a wet notebook. Not a

I was a mess at every sunrise. The door winked at me, the comb was losing teeth.

The term “unreliable narrator” was first coined in 1961 by the critic Wayne C. Booth, and since then it has become one of fiction’s most recognizable elements. While initially viewed as something

Let’s create fake accounts and try to seduce each other.