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Young Writers Society


RedBird


About RedBird

I'm born, I grow, write some things, read some things, die. The works. Ya know.


Interests

Well, I love to read, which lead me to writing, which lead me here, which...I don't know. I do like fencing, I guess. And birds. Birds are good.

Occupation

Figuring out how to keep fish from dying while simultaneously trying to find the best steampunk costume EVER.


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien