The Civil War

Submitted by Elizabeth on Fri, 05/08/2009 - 01:01

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.

To The Equator

Submitted by Alecia on Fri, 05/08/2009 - 00:10

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.

Fiends War 5

Submitted by I am Nate-Dude on Thu, 05/07/2009 - 19:37

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.

Warrior's Creed: Part 4

Submitted by Lorraine on Thu, 05/07/2009 - 13:50

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!”

Sea eyes, Prologue

Submitted by Bridget on Thu, 05/07/2009 - 03:51
I'm kind of having a writers block problem with The Scarred Goddess, so I'm going to work on this a little too. Just so you know, Xotirra is pronounced Zo-Teer-Ah. I'll post more of The Scarred Goddess as soon as I can. Tell me what you guys think of this one.

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The Rough Times

Submitted by Roxanna on Thu, 05/07/2009 - 02:46

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 Mom Who Always Drank Pepsi

Submitted by Bridget on Wed, 05/06/2009 - 21:19
Once upon a time, there was a Mom Who Always Drank Pepsi. Nobody knew why she did this, and they thought it was dangerous. Her friends formed a committee to help her stop drinking Pepsi. They took steps to prevent her eventual death by caffeine overdose.
One person hid away all the Pepsi in the ground, but the Mom Who Always Drank Pepsi, couldn’t stand this and went to the store to get more. The Committee had a real problem now. How on earth would they hide all the Pepsi in the stores? There was far too much for them to bury. There must be another way.