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  • Conspiracy: Prologue

    Night had fallen over the forest. All was quiet save for the wind that whistled through the pine branches. Nothing seemed to move in the chilled darkness. The trees ...

    • Novel / Chapter
    • Fantasy · Teen Fiction
    18 min read
  • The Poem I Couldn't Write

    What can I say? I like irony.

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • The First Time

    The first time is scary for everyone...

    • Poetry
    • Romantic · Narrative
    2 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