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RCampbell

  • Poetry » Realistic, General Re: "Come home.." (Rewritten)

    My first thought upon finishing this poem was sensory overload. There's a lot going on here, but nothing at all at the same time. I understood the subject's angst and ...

    May 12, 2013
  • Short Story » Mystery / Suspense, Narrative Re: Twist, Twisting, Twisted

    Sounds like a suicide-murder...how intriguing. What is driving this person to jump and what opposing force is causing them to doubt? Self-preservation? Something more? Very compelling prologue. Do con

    Dec 28, 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