Stories by Danna Hobart, by newest first

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  • A War of Her Own - Prologue
    Okay, friends, this is the beginning of my grandmother's biography, which I have been working on forever.

    I could use help on this one.
    by Danna Hobart 500 words, 12 comments, on Sep 7 3:32 AM. In Biography, Life
  • Morning Star
    I started to tie a bib around Tucker’s neck but I had the strongest desire to strangle him with it. I could see it in my mind, his head growing larger, like a balloon as his neck was cinched off by the strings. His tongue bul
    by Danna Hobart 400 words, 5 comments, on Dec 16 8:44 AM 2007. In Autobiographic, Depression, First person, Humor, Instpiational, Romance
  • Different Dimensions
    Rose is in a Henrik’s display window, having difficulty dressing a mannequin in an evening gown. She struggles to fit the pre-bent arm thro
    by Danna Hobart 1400 words, 6 comments, on Aug 21 1:37 AM 2007
  • Hard Labor
    Four in the morning, and I’m standing in the shower with scorching water trained on my lower back; my skin is a scalded red and my face is contorted in pain of back labor as the tears run down, mixing with the shower spray,
    by Danna Hobart 4600 words, on Aug 9 1:27 PM 2007. In Non-fiction
  • Broken Ornaments
    The morning of Christmas Eve, Tucker and I go to Wal-mart to pick up my check. Sandra, who works in the office, cashes it so I can do some
    by Danna Hobart 1500 words, 4 comments, on Jul 26 2:46 PM 2007. In Depression, First person, Love
  • Broken Ornaments
    by Danna Hobart 6300 words, 3 comments, on Dec 12 6:33 PM 2006. In First person
  • A Night at the Clipper
    Chris arrived to pick me up and we took Tucker to my mother’s before we drove to the Clipper.
    “The place is pretty empty,” I said as he pulled into the parking lot.
    by Danna Hobart 1700 words, 10 comments, on Dec 29 6:32 PM 2005. In 200-1500 lines, Other
  • February 1943
    “Here she comes,” Ricky said in a loud whisper as he disappeared behind the corner of a small house, with its dull, white paint peeling. He lets out an uncontrollable snicker a
    by Danna Hobart 600 words, 22 comments, on May 7 6:44 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Other
  • A Modern Day Good Samaritan (Very Long)
    “Mom, we’re supposed to be there an hour early,” Tate said while anxiously pulling at his seat belt.
    “Grandma wants you to have her cell phone with you, just incase,” I told
    by Danna Hobart 2100 words, 43 comments, on Dec 26 7:04 AM 2004. In 200-1500 lines, Inspirational, Other
  • Old Friends
    “No, Tucker, I can’t play. Can’t you see all the things Mommy has to do?“
    It came out sounding harsher than I intended, and I draw in a deep breath as if I could suck the w
    by Danna Hobart 800 words, 16 comments, on Oct 25 1:36 AM 2004. In <200 lines, Other
  • Christmas Ornaments
    The morning of Christmas Eve, Tucker and I go to Wal-mart to pick up my check. Sandra, who works in the office, cashes it so I can do some holiday shopping before I leave the s
    by Danna Hobart 1600 words, 74 comments, on Oct 1 5:10 AM 2004. In 200-1500 lines, Other
  • After Hours
    The time clock said midnight as I punched out.
    It has been such a long day. I arrived to work at my first job
    by Danna Hobart 2400 words, 13 comments, on May 18 10:06 PM 2003. In 200-1500 lines, Other
  • The Second Day
    by Danna Hobart 2100 words, 12 comments, on Apr 6 4:50 PM 2003. In 200-1500 lines, Adult, Other
  • Hard Labor -if you click, please comment
    Hard Labor
    4:30 in the morning, and I’m standing in the shower with scorching water trained on my lower back; my skin is a scalded red and my face is contorted in pain. Thi
    by Danna Hobart 2800 words, 29 comments, on Mar 17 7:10 PM 2003. In 200-1500 lines, Other
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