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  • Writing Activities Re: The Character Bank

    Submit a character you're willing to share with other writers or Use a character that has been posted Submitting form: Character's name: Gender: Age: Height (optional): Weight (optional): Lefty or ...

    Apr 29, 2011
  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: The Peddler

    The Peddler Martha Jhine lay sprawled out on her couch, reading one of her younger brother's comic books (which she despised, but she still enjoyed to see what her brother ...

    Apr 28, 2011
  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: Slaughter Me

    I once loved a man named James. James was a writer, a poet, and an unknown composer. He was quite an eye catcher, also. We were lovers since high school. ...

    Apr 28, 2011


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