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Young Writers Society


InkyLovesWriting


About InkyLovesWriting

Call me Inky if you like. :) My personality is a bit all over the place; one minute I'm serious and nerdy, the next I'm so crazy I fear someone might call the nearest mental hospital! XD Anyway, if I do act a bit weird, please forgive me. Thank you so much for taking your time to look at my profile. :D


Interests

writing (duh!), reading, drawing, manga/anime, Japanese culture, music


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