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Young Writers Society


BlackNether12


About BlackNether12

Well, there's a bit too much to my life to fit it into just a few pages, so I'll let you meet me, get to know me, and find it out in your own time.

Okay, about me.

Um, I'm a guy (I think), less than 100 years old, but more than 13, I can speak a couple of dialects of English and just enough Spanish to survive, I love some types of music, and I'm fairly energetic in compare with my brother.
I do not look like a nerd, but I don't not look like a nerd either.
I'm over three feet tall and less than nine.
If I insult you it's because I'm having a bad hair day.(I have a lot of those).
If I do so happen to meet you on one such day, then just hope you meet me again. (So I have a chance to apologize).
If I know you I won't know it till you tell me.
If you like my book I'll like yours, if it's worth liking.
I'm definitely not a jerk, but I can be annoying, however overall I'm a nice guy, and a relatively loyal and trustworthy friend.

Ahem, sufficiently incomprehensible?
I'm proud of it ^^

But it covers me, totally.
Just it doesn't do it the way it looks like it does. And thinking about it too much won't help.

Feel free to message me, I can talk to anybody about anything!


Interests

Fishing, Writing, Swimming, Shooting guns, Shooting bows, hunting, school.

Occupation

Student/writer.

Website

http://www.wattpad.com/story/3824085-the-lost-legend


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