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PhantomInvader

  • Callow Conviction

    Beginning Notes: This is my novel (currently unfinished, and this is the rough version) that I hope to have finished by Halloween at the latest. It's almost done now, but ...

    • Short Story
    4 min read
  • Goosebumps

    A poem I wrote for my little cousin. Goosebumps --- Haunting whispers of all kinds, A spider crawling up your spine, Cool breeze, a tight squeeze, Chills you to the ...

    • Poetry
    • Narrative
    1 min read


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