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Young Writers Society


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Hello, I'm Jay.

Biography? Well, all right then. It all started when I was born. . .
. . . Jk. I've gone by Jay online for a long while now and I think I'll keep it that way. Started writing when I was twelve and write on and off, but I don't really post anymore. Once upon a time I worked on an associate's degree while as a freshman in high school but in the end I dropped out of high school and became a full-time ironworking apprentice.


Interests

I'm a young gentleman fond of the finer things in life, such as suits, cigars, champagne, and anime.

Occupation

Apprentice Ironworker with the International Union of Structural, Bridge, and Ornamental Ironworkers

Website

https://plus.google.com/communities/107398296600629207634


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