Never liked apple pie myself.

A heretic! A heretic! <img src="/images/emoticons/glasses10.gif" alt="glasses8">



Smother it in ice cream... ice cream makes everything better.

What is it with the badge ego!

You're right, it probably is ego, but know what, it's also a heck of a lot of fun chasing badges. Fun is something you might want to try on here, for no other reason than it is fun.

I think I need to tackle these challenges too, it's been a while since I got a shiny new badge. <img src="/images/emoticons/happy8.gif" alt="happy8">

I have and it got me nowhere when all the apples go to a few pies. A posse does not change the truth.

Never liked apple pie myself. Apples should be crunchy, not squishy. Don't you agree?

What is it with the badge ego!

You're right, it probably is ego, but know what, it's also a heck of a lot of fun chasing badges. Fun is something you might want to try on here, for no other reason than it is fun.

I think I need to tackle these challenges too, it's been a while since I got a shiny new badge. <img src="/images/emoticons/happy8.gif" alt="happy8">

I thought it might have something to do with the Spam Assassin badge, but there is one other person who has that badge and she doesn't have the mysterious dot badge. <img src="/images/emoticons/dontknow.gif" alt="dontknow">

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He'd been sick a while. Rest in peace old friend.

Welcome to Stories Space.

It seems everyone on the site have lost theirs. I will chat to Gav to see why that's happened.

Personally, I only write traditional forms of poetry when I want to challenge myself to colour within the lines. So yes, traditional forms of poetry like sonnets and haikus have set rules that need to be adhered to.

That said, there are no rules against coming up with your own style of poetry, it might just be the new 'traditional form of poetry' someday.

I think the problem we have on the site isn't that we're not getting enough members, because there is a steady flow of new members, but more an issue of how to have members who actually contribute actively and regularly. I would also love to see us hit the 3000 mark, but not if there will still only be the same few regulars who actually log on daily.

I think a better question would be how we can draw in more readers to the site. The reason a lot of members don't stay is because no one ever reads or comments on their stories.

And like Rebs said, if there are things that are driving members away, feel free to message me about any gripes you may have. I'm happy to listen and help in any way I can.

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“Nooo… what are you doing?” Mary called out, panic gripping her as she watched the scene before her unfold. The woman turned slowly to face her, her expression blank as she observed Mary with curiosity. She raised one hand toward Mary – the one that was not buried in the other girl’s blood-soaked chest – fingers curling slowly shut as she continued to study the girl who had interrupted...

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Added 05 May 2016 | Category Supernatural | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 534 | 4 Comments

“Come step into my parlour,”  He says with charmed guile.  I shift my weight, the slats of the wooden bench a stark testament to how long I’ve been sitting out here. Am I even in the right place? I check the message on my phone one more time, even though the chances of it reading any different to the other thirty-something times I’d read it were slim to none... ‘Entrance to...

Added 04 May 2016 | Category Supernatural | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 516 | 4 Comments

This is what they meant when they said ‘dark as pitch’. Clarissa shuffled along, one hand on the clammy wall to guide her, the other held out to keep her from bumping into something or – much as she hated to consider it – someone. She felt confident that if she kept along the wall, she would soon encounter a door. Surely every room had to have a door, albeit that she’d come to the...

Added 30 Mar 2016 | Category Supernatural | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 630 | 7 Comments

You are more than your skin – Hiding in shadows Beaten down by a world Driven by men whose  Prowess you threaten You are more than your painted lips – On a journey without a map A quest with no magic wand Instruction manual not included Destination unknown You are more than your ruffled skirts – Trying in vain to please the masses Pouting at camera lenses Swaying your...

Added 10 Feb 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 15 | Avg Score 5 | Views 734 | 12 Comments

The package arrived at his home on a Monday morning, 10:42 am to be exact. George remembered this because that was the day his assistant, Clarissa, was late to arrive. She had called to apologise, there had been a smash-up on the freeway and while the four vehicle pile-up had not been her fault, he would have docked her pay if she had been remiss in informing him. In fact, he found himself...

Added 22 Oct 2015 | Category Supernatural | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 679 | 10 Comments

Stanley fell to the ground as the sound of gunfire rang out louder than he had ever heard before. He crawled on arms and knees until he was clear of his bedroom window, just as his mother had taught them to do at times like those – and there were many in their neighbourhood. “Joey! Stanley!” His mother shouted from the other room. “I’m okay, Mamma. I’m safe,” Stanley shouted down the hall as...

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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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There are times when honouring a promise can be harder than we expected.Jesse has always been the epitome of integrity and good judgement, until a tragic event pushes her to the brink of moral bankruptcy.During the final weeks before losing her ten-year-long battle with cancer, Leila had one last...

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