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Young Writers Society


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

Photo of NoirLumiere

About...well me!

About me. Huh. nobody really ever cares to ask me that. What's there to know?


Interests

Good friends and good times.

Occupation

Chasing down prey, and hanging out with my YWS friends.


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