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  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Urban Guerrilla
    5

    We are the urban guerrilla, The forbidden, Outlawed Warriors of the city. We lack the honor Of your pomp and circumstance armies. We hide, We steal, We cheat, We lie. ...


    AudentesFortunaIuvat - Jun 14, 2009 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    True Love
    4

    Four hours in a car, Just waiting to see you. As I come into town, I feel as if things went askew. Texting you To come see me, Then to ...


    jumping_jacks142 - Jun 14, 2009 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Who am I?
    4

    Discrimination. Racism Hatred Inequality Favouritism Injustice Intolerance I am caused by all of the above. How invisible am I? I am all across the world From Middle East to Russia ...


    flying.in.ecstasyy - Jun 14, 2009 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Head Over Heels
    4

    Head over heels for you How is it you can't see That she doesn't notice you And you mean the world to me I'll wait forever Until you actually do, ...


    jumping_jacks142 - Jun 14, 2009 - 1 min read

  • Short Story » General
    ......At the Gate
    4

    “Sir, the man in this story, the poor man Lazzarus, is he the same Lazzarus that Jesus later resurects?” asked Michael Malone with some small semblance of interest. No doubt ...


    Lamfada56 - Jun 14, 2009 - 16 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Her Daughter's Heartbreak.
    5

    I haven’t seen her In days. I see her shadow. I see her eyes, Empty, Broken. But she is gone. Pro tem. I’ve seen his picture Torn In her wastebasket. ...


    silverSUNLIGHTx - Jun 14, 2009 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    The Orange-Striped Cat
    3

    The Orange-Striped Cat It was a night so dark and dim When down on a dusty path Came the calmest of all creatures, That big orange-striped cat. She did sniff ...


    siberianblaze323 - Jun 14, 2009 - 2 min read

  • 16

    Edited !CHAPTER 1As I sit here listening to sad Taylor Swift songs, I realize how shitty my life really is. My love life, that is. The rest of my life ...


    Shishu95 - Jun 14, 2009 - 10 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    My Own Place
    4

    In a corner all alone In my one time- zone I have a wondrous world Just waiting to be explored. But you don’t know that You don’t take the time ...


    livybmee - Jun 14, 2009 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    The Old Man
    3

    A shadow of his former self: his body weak; his mind still strong as ever. Days spent in one room are whiled away with idle dreams. He climbed a mountain, ...


    JemimaPuddleDuck - Jun 14, 2009 - 1 min read

  • Short Story » Historical Fiction
    [Deleted]
    7

    [Deleted at Author's request]


    Elinor - Jun 14, 2009 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    I wish you'd die, Love
    11

    This is something I've written only for you, For the love you've promised to be true But never did you mean those wonderful words The day you said you loved ...


    ChaosPriam1519 - Jun 14, 2009 - 2 min read

  • Novel / Chapter » Action / Adventure
    Oddities under an Office Block - Part 3
    3

    They learned quickly why everybody down there was so very thin. For starters, there was virtually no food. Caty had had this thought amongst a manic mess of others when ...


    Cotton - Jun 14, 2009 - 14 min read

  • Novel / Chapter » Romantic
    The novel- ch.3
    6

    Heya people! Please, please, please, comment, I really need the help!!! Thank you so much, MiriamHannah, you helped a lot with this!! Sorry it's so long guys, I just got ...


    ofir - Jun 14, 2009 - 11 min read

  • Novel / Chapter » General
    The Love Note ch. 3
    8

    Brad groaned and opened his eyes. Almost immediately he was alarmed; all he could see was a glaring bright white light. He wasn’t aware that his breathing sped up, but ...


    Jamie_rocks - Jun 14, 2009 - 24 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