Storywright Society

Real cool spot. Real weird people. I've only stayed here about 5 months and so far, I've seen the dog eat 4 amazon delivery drivers. Up in the south tower, Gollum has made his permanent residence. He occasional comes down and chases me around, and the only protection I have is to hire my TrunkMonkey to chase him back upstairs. Yes, there is a puppymonkeybaby that lives in the basement, and on a new moon you can sometimes hear the faint sound of the maracas. Other than that, there are some pretty cool people. I recommend locking your door at night, in case the small army of evil dolls that live in the gray-house attack, or a battalion of cows with guns with a guy on a buffalo as their leader come charging out of the woods. Very good cooking.

O gentle traveller, attend! This hostelry, this strange and motley pile, Doth stand upon the weary road as some half-witted jest of Fortune’s quill. The keepers twain (or three? the number shifts as dreams do shift in sleep) Are creatures rare, compounded strange of mirth and melancholy deep. One doth proclaim with trumpet tongue the virtues of his ancient cat, Another weaves in riddling speech of stars and turnips—what of that? The third, methinks, believes himself a duke deposed by envious Fate, Yet pours thee ale with courtly grace and bids thee share his paper plate. The chambers lean, the beds do sigh, the walls recount their ancient griefs, Yet never was a guest so royally abused with kindness past belief. ’Tis not an inn of common sort, nor meant for souls of sober cheer— But he w