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  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: my hopes are as strong as bubbles

    Thank you so much @TheBlueCat! I wanted to keep up a poem a day but my weekend was too busy lol. I’ll most likely be putting up another poem in ...

    Tue Apr 17, 2018 4:22 pm
  • Will Review For Food Re: Key's Keysmashing

    Done! Thanks for your requests @eiaeh9 and @MasterAvi! I hope those reviews were helpful!

    Mon Apr 16, 2018 6:15 pm
  • Writing Activities Re: Poem Spot - [ on the spot ]

    parts of you dangle before me, teasing, tantalizing me to want to reach out and throw myself over the ledge just for a taste, a touch i can’t stop my ...

    Sat Apr 14, 2018 2:16 am
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: my hopes are as strong as bubbles

    4.13.18 changing words the words furl off my tongue, daggers burying deep inside, meld between shifting ideas. everything’s spilled out now the flip of a coin determines our fate, whether ...

    Fri Apr 13, 2018 9:09 pm
  • Lounge, The Re: Featured Member for April 12- 26: Nobunaga!

    Congrats @Nobunaga!! You’ve so earned this!!

    Thu Apr 12, 2018 9:21 pm
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: my hopes are as strong as bubbles

    {30/30} 4.12.18 stair connection i race across the room, skipping in time to a song pumping loud from my speakers listen close to the muted chords, musical scene taking place ...

    Thu Apr 12, 2018 9:13 pm
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: my hopes are as strong as bubbles

    {29/30} 4.12.18 echoing wisp she floats above all, dress dragging along, nails stick out, brown and falling apart. there’s a musty scent, nasty rust caked on, the trail entering both ...

    Thu Apr 12, 2018 8:48 pm
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: my hopes are as strong as bubbles

    {28/30} 4.11.18 leaving home i packed last week, loaded boxes, stuffed to their brims, rich of forgotten memories in the maelstrom of my eighteen years. close my eyes to hide ...

    Wed Apr 11, 2018 9:22 pm
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: my hopes are as strong as bubbles

    {27/30} 4.11.18 from dust to grass they’re a traveling family, fleeing an impending doom for monsters in machines and upper-class businesses invading once beloved lands. they’re wishing for their

    Wed Apr 11, 2018 7:27 pm
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: my hopes are as strong as bubbles

    {26/30} 4.10.18 fellow wanderer does this mean that we've hit the promised land? walking towards a light strolling hand-in-hand? don't know if I could deal with you slipping away, I've ...

    Wed Apr 11, 2018 4:00 am
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Poetry Contests

    Okie dokie. Let's see how this goes. NaPo Completion - done {30/30} 1. her strength 2. stormy mountains 3. slipping into the white slate 4. i envy clocks 5. countdown ...

    Wed Apr 11, 2018 3:02 am
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: my hopes are as strong as bubbles

    {25/30} 4.10.18 evening tunes the singer's crooning in otherwise peaceful surroundings. my limbs feel heavy, especially in my weight-filled head, feeling flushed against the cool evening air. my thoug

    Wed Apr 11, 2018 2:09 am
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: my hopes are as strong as bubbles

    {24/30} 4.10.18 egg shell dreams egg shells line the counter, all with the same off-white pallor, and ever-so shiny features. i swipe the pieces in my palms, and pour all ...

    Tue Apr 10, 2018 11:16 pm
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: my hopes are as strong as bubbles

    {23/30} 4.10.18 paths finally meeting is there a possibility for our lives to cross? waiting for a glimpse and then hit pause there’s a current running in our veins anticipation ...

    Tue Apr 10, 2018 4:36 pm
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: April Madness 2018

    Whelp, here goes nothing XD. childish times “take care,” comes the whisper from my phone, final words in a conversation i hated. it couldn’t be over, no, no, it feels ...

    Tue Apr 10, 2018 2:13 pm


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