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Young Writers Society


Rydia


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About Rydia

I've never been good at these which is obviously the perfect place to start. If anyone would like to write a quote or something to introduce me, then I'll put it up here and hey, if I get enough of them maybe I won't need to say a single word myself ^^

The name's Heather. I like to break the site. My favourite colour is forget-me-not blue and this one time I changed the colour of people's usernames to pink. That was awesome.

Pyjamas are great. I never feel more cosy than when propped up in bed with a hot chocolate on the side and a laptop on my knee.

There used to be a space in StellaThomas but now there is not. It got eaten by a Sabre-tooth tiger.

I've got a ridiculous amount of hobbies from strategy gaming to making patchwork quilts. The best sports are skiing and snowman building. Yes that is a sport. I've got a sweet tooth and obviously spaces are sweet because that one went om nom nom.

To date I have met 10 YWS members. This does not include family or friends who I introduced to the site. Maybe you will be next.


Interests

Writing, reading, PC games, movies, swimming, basketball, acting, skiing, boardgames (especially strategy), crafty things, puzzles, pranks. Thinks Firestarter is the greatest Admin that ever lived. << Did not write that last line but is too amused to delete it.

Occupation

Dreamer // Technical Operations // Site-Breaker

Website

http://rydia-heatherskitchen.blogspot.com/


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