Just a simple gal with simple tastes... a 'what you see is what you get' kinda person. I enjoy meeting new people, always up for a chat or a laugh, so feel free to inbox me anytime. Not really much of a writer of prose, but I do a bit of poetry and every piece I write has special meaning to me. Please feel free to give me feedback on my work, I really would appreciate that, even if it's constructive criticism. Firm believer in the saying... "You only live once, but if you work it right, once is enough."
I tried to stay out of this one, since it sounds like the kind of discussion that will bite severely into my writing time, but...In reply to the original question - no, I do not agree that the death penalty should have a place in a world already infested with ruthless killers. While I do believe in defending the life of your loved ones using as much force as needed (yes, I do own a gun and am willing to use it if I see no other recourse), I do not feel that killing in the name of the law is the same as self-defense. It is merely a form of murder that has been made legal by some legislative clause written by politicians. That in itself should say it all, since you will find some of most charming sociopaths amongst the politicians we entrust with our lives. I consider the death penalty to be another form of premeditated murder. In fact, it's the worst form, since it's decided upon by a group of your peers and a court of law condones it. Scary. It takes us right back to the middle ages. Don't you agree?I would much rather pay taxes so a thousand of the worst killers in my country can rot in a prison cell than live with the thought of one innocent person dying because money mattered more to my government than simple humanity.
Thank you to everyone who took the time to enter our Stories Space Drabble Competition. The competition is now officially closed to new entries. http://upload.storiesspace.com/1867176213-luck.png
Such a shame... I have the perfect story for them, but it's already been published elsewhere.
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I'm glad you got it sorted.
Stories Space Drabble Competition! This competition will run from Dec 7th, 2014 until Jan 16th, 2015 and the winner announced at the end of January. Late submissions will not be accepted. Could it be clarified if the competition closes at midnight on the 16th, or at midnight on the 15th?It seems to me that in previous competitions, the closing time was at the start of the final day announced, not at the end of said day. I'm embarrassed to admit that I have no idea, but I will check for and get back to you.
I'm still receiving the e-mail notifications. I will keep checking this thread to see if anyone else is experiencing the same problem.
You don't know if it's solely for the sake of money or not.And if it was, it's their business. You are right, I don't know. I didn't say I did, I merely stated, how I perceived their membership. People who join this site with the intention to become a member of this community, tend to reveal a few things about themselves. The contestants I refer to provided the absolute minimum for joining, submitted only the competition entry, clicked "like" a few times and fell silent again. And what they want may be their business, but what this site allows isn't. Stories Space was, as far as I can tell, not created to provide some fast money for opportunists, but to become a community of people who love the written word, to give amateur authors a place to publish their stuff and to enable people to read, enjoy, and when they feel like it, comment en score on stories and poems here. With every new competition we have new members as entrants and you're right, we don't see them around here until the next competition. It's not fair, but it's not against the rules of the competition. That said, we will take your suggestion under advisement.
I'm sure that if you enrolled in a course to learn how to be a better writer, they will teach you that planning is important. You're supposed to do a complete draft of your story (chapter by chapter, including word count), flesh out all your characters and plan your 'world' in fine detail. All of this is supposed to happen before you even attempt a first chapter. Well, that's what you're supposed to do...Here's what I do... I write. I tend to start writing the moment the opening line pops into my head. To me, that's the most important thing, that first line. It's also the hardest thing to come by, a good opening line that catches your reader's attention. Once you have that, just write. Write anything and everything that pops into your head, it can be tidied later. In my opinion - and this is really just my opinion - it is possible to plan a story to death. Too much thinking shows in your writing, whereas spontaneous writing has a much better flow. Planning works for some, but there is no right or wrong when deciding which works best for you.
May I please interject here and suggest that - and this applies to everyone, not just Andy - if you really want critique on any piece you submit here, add either a footnote or use the one liner to request it. Unlike most that have replied here, I do understand where you're coming from and I agree with you 51% on most of the gripes you have. I have by now learnt to understand most of the regular users and their little idiosyncrasies, so I get that you come across as having a brusque manner, maybe even aggressive, but that's just your manner when you're annoyed, it's not a personal attack on anyone. I think that much of what you said was misinterpreted because of the way it was said, but that does not make any of it untrue. We are a bunch of lazy readers who leave comments merely because it's expected after reading and voting. Even the voting on here needs to be addressed, but that's a different kettle of fish to fry. Now please indulge me as I explain the other 49%... note that I am merely speaking from my own point of view, this should not be viewed as a personal attack on anyone. Like I said before, we used to have readers who were not shy about leaving honest feedback, but not everyone could handle their honesty. Personally, I found their honesty refreshing and it helped me grow as a writer. There were many a comment left on my work that made me reevaluate my work and make the necessary changes. I don't think that anyone on here means to be petty or spiteful when leaving critique, not unless the comment is a personal attack on the writer, rather than the writing. However, I tend to keep my comments 'nice' when I enjoyed a piece and I refrain from voting or commenting when I do not enjoy the read. Why? We need to think about why the writer is writing. Me? I write because it's in my blood and I aspire to leaving my mark on the literary world - even if it'll only be a century after my demise. I consider myself to be a writer, therefor I crave critique, it's the only way I will grow as a writer. But you have to understand that not everyone who writes wants to be a writer. And I don't blame them, it's a lonely, thankless job and I'll likely die penniless. Some write only because it's a way to filter through the countless voices in their heads, a way to put voice to their thoughts and emotions. For some it's therapy, for others just fun. Every one of the writers on here have their reasons for writing, but not everyone wants to be one of the great writers. What I am trying to say is that not everyone is like me and you, they don't all want their work to be ripped apart. And not everyone can handle feeling like their best was not good enough. So let's just stick to dissecting the work of those who request it. By the way, I think it's about time the forums became a verbal fencing ground about things that matter. A stimulating debate can never be a bad thing, not unless things get personal.
Mary turned to look back one last time at the only home she had ever known. Leaving had been the hardest thing ever – yet she had no doubt that harder things still lay ahead. She had packed hurriedly, wanting to be gone before the townsfolk showed up with their kindness. She took care while packing, not wanting to take anything that would be missed. Her plan would only work if the town...
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The woodsman had many talents, but caring for newly-born baby girls was not among them, so he did the only thing he could think of – he took the child to the village church. The pastor’s wife was in the garden picking tomatoes for their breakfast when he rushed from the woods holding the screaming bundle. “Oh Lord! What is this, Tom?” She rushed from the tomato beds and took the child from...
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Once upon a time, in a long forgotten land, there lived a young woman whose name struck fear into even the bravest of hearts. She lived in a tiny cottage at the edge of a deep forest, near an old dried up creek. Her name was Arwyn. Please indulge me as I turn back the clock to the night Arwyn was born – it was the night of the full moon, late in October. You see, that was the night a...
Added 09 Oct 2013 | Category Horror
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I’ve once again been given a task by a friend in the hopes that random writing will somehow lift the huge block that’s been weighing down my work of late. In all honesty, I think that he’s only giving me these little tasks so he can get me to shut up about how much I miss my laptop - it crashed about a week ago. The task is for me to write a musing about anything. Now while I’m really good...
Added 23 Sep 2013 | Category Musings
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“A Native American elder once described his own inner struggles in this manner: Inside of me there are two dogs. One of the dogs is mean and evil. The other dog is good. The mean dog fights the good dog all the time. When asked which dog wins, he reflected for a moment and replied, The one I feed the most.” ― George Bernard Shaw ***** "Could you rephrase that, please? I'm not sure...
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I hear you calling my name, But I can’t come home to you. I feel the wind blow across my plains, It’s calming my fears. I listen to the river tell me its tales; It’s soothing my soul. Under these starry skies My thoughts are of you. Remember me like I used to be. Remember me when my soul was still free. I’m ready to follow the voice That’s calling me home. Sound the bugles for...
Added 01 Sep 2013 | Category Poetry
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An intro to a story I am working on... They buried me today. Everyone always told me that this was how it would end for me. I never believed that it would. I was more than just street-smart; I was smart. I was young and vibrant. Charmed and charming. Untouchable. I remember mum saying, “Your thoughts and actions are what define you, Stanley.” I called it bullshit to her face. How...
Added 22 Aug 2013 | Category Micro Fiction
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He hears the elevator doors open and close, the click clack of high-heeled footsteps drawing closer, then passing his door on their way to the next apartment. He waits. Jacob had always been good at waiting. He hears the jingling of keys, then footsteps moving back toward his door. His door is unlocked. He had been expecting her. She had always been easy to predict. The front door opens,...
Added 14 Aug 2013 | Category Flash Fiction
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“What happened in there, soldier?” The sergeant nodded toward the concrete cell behind them. Vince needed to find his voice, he knew that. Any voice would do. He stood in silence, his eyes trained on the sergeant’s scuffed boots. A regimen doctor was examining the body – her body – no doubt trying to confirm her death, rather than the very obvious cause of it. “She’s dead.” The...
Added 17 Jul 2013 | Category Flash Fiction
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A father toiling beneath a sky of gruesome darkness Merciless sun on his back, a storm in his heart. A mother burying her child with dignified acquiescence, Body too beat-down to spare more than a single tear. A child marching with a village song in his heart Cold comfort found in a loaded carbine on his back. A country raped, blood...
Added 01 Jul 2013 | Category Drama
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