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Young Writers Society


yllufituaebroken

Me and Other places

Antisocial, open-minded, forgiven, forgiving, and forever wandering, but never lost. I know who I am, and that is the many different things that have gotten under my skin and festered into the chaos that is my imaginary world of reality.


Interests

My life is currently absorbed with music, writing, and design.

Occupation

Plotter of world domination, but I practice flight in my free time.

Website

http://octaneinduced.blogspot.com/


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