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  • Sokatoah

    The howling of vicious barks, screeching of sirens, and roaring of motors could mean only one thing: he had been discovered. He frantically began fleeing these horrifying sounds, but he ...

    • Short Story
    • Action / Adventure
    5 min read
  • Alexander

    On the fateful day of her execution, Hannah Avery only had one more chance. Having had a good relationship with the jailer before her detainment, she managed to convince him ...

    • Short Story
    • Action / Adventure
    19 min read
  • Sylvia

    The little girl twirled her silky brown hair, giggling at me with a smile as big as a watermelon slice. “Sylvia, would you please stop staring at our guest!” Her ...

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    8 min read


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