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Young Writers Society


Dragonthorn

And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.

Hello, I'm Cassidy(If nicknames are easy I have them too. Cas, Casserole, etc.), but people normally call me Thorn because of my username. I'm 18 and currently planning to go to a university in Canada, which is where I was born and where I live today.

I speak English and French fluently, and I also know Yiddish because of my religious beliefs, but please don't ask me to teach you how to properly learn anything as I most likely don't have the time for doing so. I will occasionally say some phrases in them, but that's about it.

I have two cats, but they are mean to me. The oldest is Merlot and he's my baby(not true at all) and the other demon is Amphora. We don't talk about Amphora...


Interests

LARPing, donating blood, and owls.

Occupation

Part-time Jedi/Zombie/Head of Potatoes


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