And you best follow them, I might add.
Just to get it out of the way quickly, there will be no mature-content stories. This follows the TOS. If we see one, it will be deleted. We like the guild where it is. There are no exceptions to this rule. If you’re unsure about something, contact one of us with the snippet and we’ll let you know.
Upon posting your wonderful works of fiction, we also kindly request that in the title bar, beside the title of the story, you address the appropriate rating.
Rating System by Examiner.com
PG: Parental guidance is suggested for readers age 12 and under. Stories in this category may contain very mild language, limited concepts of violence.
T: rated stories are suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language and minor suggestive adult themes.
M: rating is not suitable for children or teens below the age of 16 with possible strong but non-explicit adult themes, references to violence and strong coarse language.
For example: “Who Needs a Title, T”
Not too difficult, eh?
We also require proper formatting for all posted short stories. As much of a hassle as this might seem, it really does make life easier, and formatting can’t get any easier than this:
Double space between paragraphs.
It’s as simple as that. This will make the story easier to follow, keep the post neater, and chances are people will be more likely to read it since it doesn’t strain the eyes. Just because you post it, doesn’t mean it’ll be read.
Example
“You know, smoking is bad for you,” quipped Paris matter-of-factly.
“Yea, and so is random suicide. I did that too. But hey, at least you can pride yourself about being the a*****e that saved me huh!” I said, walking over and slapping him on the back. He glared at me indignantly.
“You should stop,” he said.
“Nope. If I can’t die then like hell I’m not gunna smoke, France.”
“My name’s Paris,” he said, huffing. It was the tenth time that day that I’d called him France.
“Same thing. Look, why don’t you run off and be with some of your other little fairy friends, if my smoking is bothering you that badly,” I said, blowing a stream of smoke in his direction before patting out the butt in an ashtray and pulling out another one.
