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Young Writers Society


Mizzle

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About Mizzle

I was born on January third. Year unknown (to you). I have written ever since I was around seven years old, of course, around that time it was stories about froggies and puppies who liked to go to the park. Nowadays, I like to think my writing is much better. I am OCD. I love old quotes. I am a ginger (like it or hate the color, you can't deny, it's unique). I love beaches. I hate bees. That's me (in a nutshell, of course).


Interests

I enjoy reading, writing (most obviously), reviewing, photography, and graphic editing. In addition, I always do enjoy sipping raspberry lemonade and laughing hysterically.

Occupation

socially awkward student & lover of coffee


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