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NoirLumiere

It's a constant battle. A battle with your fear. The course. And the other drivers.

  • Poetry » General, General Re: Fading of Light (Regret)

    Hola, donk!! I liked this one. This is a pretty good poem to me. I am a little confused. Why are some of the words cut off? Maybe I just ...

    Sep 6, 2012
  • Short Story » Romantic, Supernatural Re: I Thought We Said Forever

    Hey Ro!! I just want to say that this story was amazing. It was full of passion, love, and suspense. A couple of things I wanted to address though: + ...

    Sep 5, 2012
  • Poetry » Lyrical, General Re: Jane Doe

    Wow. This was an amazing read. I enjoyed this as a poem, but would love to hear this song as well! The transformation of a young girl is an interesting ...

    Sep 4, 2012


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