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  • General Fiction Novels Re: Shotgunsuns and Tiger Lillies Chapter 1

    Chapter 1 "Ay, Rose. Got a smoke?" I ask my partner, shaded in the shadow made by the buzzing sign at the old gas station. The only noises are the ...

    Mar 13, 2011
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: Counting the Stars

    That was most likely the best poem I've ever read! It's great! Most people might be scared to write great love stuff like this and normally I don't like it ...

    Mar 13, 2011
  • Lyric Poetry Re: Cupcake

    Hm! I like it! It's simple and very cute! Awesome! Half people's writing at first is like this but they scratch it out because they think it's dumb. But YOU ...

    Mar 13, 2011
  • Narrative Poetry Re: Monster in the Night

    Gosh, read something OTHER than that dumb Twilight book! Anyone can tell that you're one of those Twilight-obsessed people. That series isn't even good. And YES I read it. Try ...

    Mar 13, 2011
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: Monster

    Ooo! That was great! Really deep and dramatic in general. It's just one of those pieces of work that need to be out there. I can't see how I could ...

    Mar 13, 2011
  • Lyric Poetry Re: Tomorrow

    That poem was nice. I think it gave a good visual and a good mood and/or tone. Maybe you should do a variety of different poems. You could also write ...

    Mar 13, 2011
  • Narrative Poetry Re: The morning show

    The birds chirp above my head, Singing songs for all to hear, Flying across the orange sky, A 'V' formation way up high, Flying beautys slice the air, Ever so ...

    Mar 13, 2011


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