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abigail_elizabeth

  • Narrative Poetry Re: The Returning One

    [pre]I'm sitting here. Locked away in a chamber. Isolated from the outside world. On a cold cement floor. Surrounded by nothing but cement walls. No bed. No windows. Nothing but ...

    Jan 10, 2008
  • Lyric Poetry Re: Fade away

    this is good. i like the repeated verses for it being some form of poetry it stands out to me. keep writing good pieces. ___________________________________________________ [[abigail elizabeth]]

    Jan 10, 2008
  • Narrative Poetry Re: My Box.

    this is really good. I'm new but out of all the poetry I've ever read this happens to be really good. I'm sorry i cant critic it but as i ...

    Jan 10, 2008


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