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SHUNKA

  • Other » General, Nature Re: Love is like a leaf

    I love the energy of this poem 🤣 The idea and concept of love being a leaf is a GENIUS idea! Maybe one day, it will drift gently into your ...

    Oct 14
  • Poetry » Lyrical, Romantic Re: What Once was Made

    This was a very enjoyable poem to read and so heartwarming. (Can I please steal you talent??) I loveeee the rhyme scheme you used for this!! It all just flowed ...

    Oct 13
  • Poetry » Lyrical, Dramatic Re: Soft Sorrows, Screaming Bliss

    Like a dagger to my heart 😭✌️ I love the heartbrokenness that this poem just radiates. (Since nobody asked I am going to state that I love these types of ...

    Oct 12
  • Novel / Chapter » Teen Fiction, Romantic Re: To Let You Go (Prologue)

    *Spawns* Let me just throw this out there. The. Imagery. Is. SO. GOOD! Like I can almost feel and smell the environment! Soft pink hues were only a smudge left ...

    Oct 12
  • Poetry » Romantic, General Re: Think of me

    Way to make this relatable 😭✌️ I love how the narrator wrote out their pain and displayed it so effortlessly in a rhyme formed poem. I personally adore this style ...

    Oct 8
  • Short Story » Realistic, Teen Fiction Re: One Of Them

    I love the way you lead the short story up with this. This to me seemed like a very good way to put into perspective how trying to fit into ...

    Oct 8
  • Poetry » Realistic, Literature Re: What the Dust Remembers

    I love the poetry and the creational depth in this! (I have no idea if creational is a word but i just made it). I especially love the concept of ...

    Oct 7
  • Poetry » General, General Re: Will you be the moon?

    I LOVE these types of poems where anyone puts personification to anything and just makes it beautiful. This piece is a perfect example! I specifically love the line 'I would ...

    Oct 2


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