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  • Time Played a Trick On My Good Friend William

    I have come to foster a deep distaste for politics.

    • Poetry
    • Politics · Lyrical
    2 min read
  • It Begins

    The fog rolls in on a small town and a dying writer.

    • Short Story
    • Narrative · Realistic
    10 min read
  • The Year of the Rat Kings

    A brief horror story set in rural China. An animal spirit infects the health and home through a young boy.

    • Short Story
    • Horror · Culture
    17 min read
  • Journeying

    An old man and a young man, or maybe just one man are on a journey to everywhere, and to nowhere

    • Script
    • Other · Dramatic
    11 min read
  • The Weight of My World In Words

    On Writing A College Essay or Trying to Find Myself and also the Meaning of Life

    • Poetry
    • Lyrical · Narrative
    3 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