Stories space Stories

Once, this Space burned bright— a forge of words igniting like molten gold, each post a spark, each reply an igniter binding us in its radiant glow. Now, the embers yield only smoky memories. How we debated, consoled, inspired, woven into priceless ashes. A library with its doors ajar, dust weighing down unread stories, silence pooling in this Space where imagination used to bloom. As I walk through this Space, seeing rel...

I sit in a chat room by myself, Only nineteen more days to go, One day I’ll be a legend, With another badge to show. Next I’ll try to add some friends, I only need ninety-eight more, I might have to do some recruiting, Perhaps go door to door. I’d really like my story to be famous, But I’m more than a few views shy, Maybe if I click on it every day, It will be famous before I die. I should have my Enthusiasts badge, I tho...