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  • Short Story » General
    Helping Jaclyn
    6

    She thought I had been perfect, that I had been wonderful. She wanted to be just like me. But she forgot how it ended. I was Junior Miss America. I'd ...


    niteowl - Nov 28, 2004 - 6 min read

  • 10

    First off, I wasn't exactly sure where to put here it is. I don't like to title things, so this'll probably end up without one. One more thing, if you're ...


    Galatea - Nov 28, 2004 - 2 min read

  • 7

    It all started when I first saw the traveling merchants. I was 5 years old, and Sabrina's mother had agreed to let me come with them. I skipped from booth ...


    niteowl - Nov 28, 2004 - 8 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    The Hall of Mirrors
    7

    I walk through the Hall The Hall of 100 Mirrors. In each one I see A different side of me Even though they're all the same. In one, who I ...


    niteowl - Nov 28, 2004 - 1 min read

  • Article / Essay » Review
    Anne Rice's vampires
    9

    Anne Rice: full time writer, creator of the brat prince Lestat, of the Mayfair witches and the famous Vampire Chronicles, which began with the even more famous book-turned-crappy-movie 'Interview with ...


    iced.cappuchino - Nov 28, 2004 - 7 min read

  • Short Story » General
    Raising Mother
    12

    It was eleven o’ clock on a Friday night, and I was stuck at home. The only thing worse than the current situation, was that my mother had somewhere to ...


    LiNdSeYo7 - Nov 28, 2004 - 9 min read

  • Short Story » Action / Adventure
    White Bandit
    21

    This was originally going to be the start of a novel, however I disliked it and left it as it were, an unfinished chapter. Moreover it was me practicising how ...


    Firestarter - Nov 27, 2004 - 1 min read

  • Short Story » Fantasy
    The Sun Prophet
    29

    Here's something I'm working on recently, it's not the first chapter on anything, in fact I reckon it's going to be one of the last chapters of a novel I'm ...


    Firestarter - Nov 27, 2004 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    A Battle
    7

    They will fight today They will fight tommarow All the while Their expressions full of sorrow As the enemy nears but a thousand paces The soldiers hold their ground keeping ...


    Norrin - Nov 26, 2004 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    It Was You
    8

    It's a place I can hardly remember,But a place I would like to be,A dream that I once had,A hope I can't just imagine.Everything I hate,Is looking like everything I ...


    Chevy - Nov 26, 2004 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    I Die
    14

    I dodge lightening boltsIn a raging storm.I'm searching for shelter,For all around me is darkness.I'm running in a direction,One I can't identify.I'm screaming for help.But no one seems to hear.The ...


    Chevy - Nov 26, 2004 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    The Past
    6

    I try not to remember,But the past is stained on my heart.I've tried to wash it out,With thoughts of happiness,Yet, I still see the past,Standing clearly and boldly.Life's not getting ...


    Chevy - Nov 26, 2004 - 1 min read

  • Short Story » General
    Immortality's Price.
    30

    Sadistic vampire warning: Anyone bothered by sadistic blood-sucking vampires should look away now. This is a slightly edited version of a story I wrote when I was seventeen. It was ...


    Cacophony - Nov 26, 2004 - 5 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Summer Wine
    9

    This is one of my favourite (rhyming) poem's I've written and I'd appreciate any hints on how to improve it. Its still in raw, just-as-it-was-written form, so I know there ...


    bubblewrapped - Nov 25, 2004 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    A Drop of Water
    7

    I'm not sure about this one. I've only just started to work with non-rhyming poetry (I used to hate blank verse, etc., coz it didnt rhyme..I cant believe myself, sometimes, ...


    bubblewrapped - Nov 25, 2004 - 1 min read


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