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Young Writers Society


Strident

About Strident

Hello. I'm 16, and a word you could use to describe me is 'unconventional.' I'm the opposite of what any sane person would describe as normal. I have odd behaviors, interests, and thought processes. But, I hope you will become my friend, or at least not particularly dislike me.


Interests

-Writing poetry and short stories -Science -Math -The body language of cats -Parenting techniques (I don't even have kids) -Wasting hours at a time on Pinterest -Social Justice (Nothing too intense, though) -South Park (I'm actually obsessed)

Occupation

N/A


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