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Young Writers Society


Priceless

About Priceless

Hi guys. :) I'm Qamar, 15 years old, half Arab, half Indian. I live in Mombasa, Kenya, but I used to live in the UAE. Like writing, love music, like chocolate, love my cat Hakuna. I like talking to other people, I'm a total romantic dreamer, I love my friends, I'm working on loving life, although it doesn't seem to love me back. xD Muslim, and proud, and I'm trying to a better one. Uh..yeah. Waiting for my Prince Charming, although I think there's been a hitch and he fell for someone else. Oh well. Hit me up anytime, I like making new friends. ^.^


Interests

Writing, reading, music..

Occupation

Student..


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