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  • Short Story » Fantasy, General Re: Jack Jonathan

    JACK JONATHON MONALOGE JACK JONATHON IS BASED IN WHAT WOULD BE TO US THE YEAR 5088 THEY REFERE TO US AS THE ANCIENTS AND KNOW THAT WE DESTROYED OURSELVES IN ...

    Apr 4, 2009
  • Novel / Chapter » Fantasy, General Re: Fragments, Chapter One: Escape (Unfinished and revised)

    Chapter One: Escape Sam could hear it gorging on the last unfortunate person dropped into the Pit, and she knew it was almost her turn. She had studied the order ...

    Jan 9, 2009
  • Novel / Chapter » Fantasy, General Re: Alturak - Chapter 1

    Recently, I have been working on my first novel ever. Originally, it started out as a script for a series I was going to create with "MovieStorm". I decided it ...

    Jan 6, 2009
  • Short Story » Science Fiction, General Re: Shift

    You're touching on a good idea but the grammar jars it. And although it could work well as a beginning to a story, it still needs a bit of bulking ...

    Jan 3, 2009
  • Novel / Chapter » Historical Fiction, General Re: Ashurbanipal-chapter 1 - part 1

    Let them hate us as long as they fear us - Caligula Chapter 1 King Ashurbanipal was lying on his bed. He coughed weakly and turned towards the golden double ...

    Jan 2, 2009
  • Novel / Chapter » Fantasy, General Re: Part Two of my Werewolf Story

    Thanks for reading! It might look computer's tab is strange, so I had to edit the format a lot. Edit: Ugh, it didn't work... sorry! (the double spacing) Copy and ...

    Jan 2, 2009


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