The Plural Of Hyena

...And Other Things I Find Fascinating

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Story #30: "The Malapropistic Minister"

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Okay, here we go! My June Writing Challenge to myself was to write 30 stories in 30 days and publish them here on the blo...

Story #29: "Running Away From Homeless"

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Okay, I'm almost there. It's still Day 30, and this is now Story #29 of my #astoryaday June Writing Challenge. One more story left...

Story #28: "A Word In Edgewise"

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Here's Story #28 in my #astoryaday June Writing Challenge. I bet we all have one friend (or ex-friend) like this guy. Either of them, ...

Story #27: "Where This Finger's Been"

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It's Day 30 – otherwise known as "do or die day"  – in my #astoryaday June Writing Challenge. This is Story #27. One more st...
Monday, June 29, 2015

Story #26: "Your Biggest Fan"

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It's still Day 29, and this is Story #26 in my #astoryaday June Writing Challenge. I like to play with words and phrases, especially in ...

Story #25: "Knew Me When"

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I don't know where this #astoryaday June Writing Challenge story (#25 in the series) came from. I neither hold any animosity toward any ...

Story #24: "The Man Upstairs"

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Here's Story #24 on this, Day 29, of my #astoryaday June Writing Challenge. The end of the tunnel is approaching. I can see the light. T...

Story #23: "Mr. Bubbles"

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And we're back to my #astoryaday June Writing Challenge, and not a moment too soon! It's Day 29, and this is Story #23. In case you ...
Thursday, June 25, 2015

Story #22: "To Smell Your Feet"

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Today is Day 25, and this is Story #22 in my #astoryaday June Writing Challenge. Not too shabby, if I do say so myself. I have a really go...
Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Story #21: "The Birds Will Eat Your Eyes"

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This little story derives, in part, from a number of obsessions of mine, including the safety and welfare of other drivers (and, by proxy,...
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I'm not who I am. I'm not who I seem. I'm somebody else; I'm living a dream. I want to wake up and see where I am, gain some perspective, come up with a plan. Finding myself but losing my soul, I don't know the half about being made whole. Somewhere I've lost what I hadn't sought. Maybe today I'll return what I bought. This wasn't right for me, it didn't fit; I needed honesty, this wasn't it. Who am I really? I can't figure now. Is this a new me? I can't figure how. I'm not who I am, at least not who I was, and the only answer I have is..."because".
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