The compromises were thought in the south to be quite beneficial. Their beliefs were accomplished in the compromises. They thought that abolitionists in the north were just a group that wanted to tear away the freedom of possessing slaves and that the abolitionists were much to “excited” and needed to be quiet and let the compromises flow as need be. Anyways, the thought of war was simply horrifying. They preferred to live in a “watchful peace” as Tolkien wrote in the Lord of the Rings, and sit in a morally wrong life.

This was for a newspaper, I do for a writing class. It's very radnom.
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This is a story about a child named Humphrey. Humphrey lives in a mountain cave, in the middle of Antarctica. His best friends are a penguin and a fish; Zuler and Max.

Humphrey wants to move to the equator, but has no way of getting there. Zuler is all for the idea and suggests they build a raft of frozen ice to get there. Max disagrees.

"It will melt before we are halfway there." He points out.

A giant
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Makuta Icarax stepped closer toward Mazeka. Despite the cold Mazeka broke out in a weird, sweat he had never felt before. Every thing felt like a dream, like it wasn't even happening. Strangly Icarax was running, not that makuta didn't run, it was just the way he ran. Then relief swept over Mazeka: It wasn't Icarax, infact it wasn't a makuta at all, it was Kryztan. "How could I mistake a 4 foot tall matoran, for a 7 foot tall makuta?" He wondered.

Zeth’s eyes lit up with that mischievous gleam that could only mean he had stumbled across something which was probably not meant for him to know. Leaning in conspiratorially, he whispered, “He gave Cyla a bouquet of flowers. And he offered to walk her to the market tomorrow.”
Spencer wiped his dirt-covered hands on his work trousers. “You spied on them, didn’t you?”
Zeth let out an exasperated breath and rolled his eyes. “How else is one supposed to know what goes on, eh?” A grin split his narrow face. “You have to admit you’re amused to hear it!”

The beginning so beautiful,
Full of poetry and possibilities,
And walks on the beach at night.
The moon reflects on the water as we dance,
Arms clasped tightly
Our eyes locked firmly on
Each other.
The rest of the world

A blur and then the beauty fades
The bickering begins
The fighting nonstop as
You slam your fist on the table
Tears come to my eyes and I feel like
I don't know what to do or
How to feel.

For weeks this continues
Until you tell me you don't know
If you love me.

The Valiant Varmint