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Fri May 19, 2023 3:01 pm
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StellaAdaire says...



Hello there! I'm Stella Adaire {she/her/hers}. I am, at heart, an English bard, or perhaps a melancholy French noblewoman, but I'm currently wandering the desolate wastes of the American South, where sports flags and beer ads all too often replace poetry and enchantment.
...I'm also very good at creating a pretense of magic and being utterly unable to see it through.
I enjoy writing fiction of many genres, and I dabble with both short stories and longer works. I also have way too many ideas for projects, and the discarded children of my mind could form their own empire at this point.
I won NaNoWriMo last year {at the cost of my mental health and the general wellbeing of those who live with me}, and then immediately abandoned that project to the inner cesspools of shame. Well, it served its purpose.
I'm really looking forward to learning my way around this site and reading what other authors have uploaded! It's... it's very nice to have found a community other than Wattpad where I can interact with other writers' work like this!
Cheers to authorial endeavors, and all the possibilities that QWERTY has to offer us!
~Stella Adaire
"you have never been in love, until you've seen the stars reflect in the reservoirs..."
  





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Sat May 20, 2023 5:17 am
looseleaf says...



Welcome, Stella! I'm excited to get to know you! Let me know if you need anything/want to chat. :))
  








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