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Young Writers Society


Paranormal

About Paranormal

I was born in North Carolina, adopted by a family in Tennessee, and molded myself to country life- where I found my passion for reading and writing somewhere around 8 or 10. Nothing much can be said- you want to talk, talk. I may or may not be listening LoL


Interests

I roleplay to vent emotion, write to express myself, bytch 'cuz I want to, and live to live- what else?

Occupation

Homeschool keeps me busy- don't need a job just yet ;p

Website

http://lifeofafreak.webs.com/


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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