Listen to them.....

I wrote this, this past Saturday..... and it was in the overheated car while my parents were in Long John Silver's I hope you guys like it:

Can you hear
The rumbling egines start?
Has the world grown so loud
That all you can hear is this?

Can you hear
Them roaring down the streets?
Inside your mind is too
So loud that you can’t hear Me!

Can you hear
The whisper of My tongue?
Inside your heart, I speak
To you in your darkest time

"Frying pans! Who knew, right?"

Trips in. Shoves cloak out behind, and with a flourish, drops into a chair. Pity it isn't cold, it looks much more dramatic when I do that, followed by a blast of icy wind. Okay, I'm sorry to everyone. This poem is six lines long, but I wasn't sure if I should post it all, or leave off the last line for later...which is rotten, since I make the rules, I mean, doesn't that mean I should know? Anyhow, I leave it up to you all to decide. If this counts as a crime I summit myself to be thrown into the dungeon. I brought my sardines.  

 I once saw an ant

Who liked to rant

About the gnat

Who relished a good chant

About eggplant.

Now the ant

Who was quite gallivant

said, “I shan't

hear that gnat chant

any longer about eggplant.”

So he sent a servant

Who came to the gnat all in a pant.

He explained about the ant

Disliking eggplant.

But the gnat

Who was quite confidant

Had no fear of the gallant ant

And said it was inconvenient

To stop his chant

And added to it by talking about his houseplant.

The ant did not like this new format

And wished to transplant

His neighbor gnat

To a convent

Since neither would recant

The wise servant

Wrote up a covenant

And forced both the ant

And neighbor gnat

To sigh an agreement

That they would no longer rant

Or chant.

Don't believe me? Go as the gnat!

The Gael's Apprentice: Exerpt 3

Many hours later, as the thin crescent moon pierced the bank of clouds overhanging the valley, Eothain was still awake, pondering over the events of the day. After being introduced to Eoran McGordon ("I'd thankee to call me Mrs. McGordon, an' don't forget the Missus!" she had said vehemently, before cracking into a great big grin), she was ushered into the barn behind them (which most certainly did NOT contain grain), and was issued her armor, sword, shield, and other equipment. She smiled broadly at the scene, and what had happened afterwards...
~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Standing in the tall doors of the armory, looking in, Eothain could feel her jaw drop to the hay-scattered floor, as she stared at the endless rows. Before her lay racks and racks of weapons of many different sizes and styles. Gwaine stood behind her encouragingly. "Go ahead lass, try one, if ye want." She reached out and unbuckled from the rack a monstrous two-handed Caledonian Claymore sword, and was nearly pulled to the ground by its weight. "Um... no." Struggling to her feet, she hung it back up on the racks, and moved on.
As time passed, more options for arming her were turned aside. Swinging around an antique Roman gladius passed down as a trophy from one of the families of the clan, she lost control and nearly ran Gwaine through. She passed over a belted set of rather wicked-looking knives. Finally, she found a short leaf-shaped sword, made from bronze, with intricate silver vines spiraling from the handguard down around the grip before twisting into a broad-headed pommel. The blade itself was etched with veins of silver, spiraling and weaving before finally meeting at the tip of the blade. Gripping it, the sword felt perfectly balanced, as though it was forged specifically for her.

this is from the in-progress Chapter 5. hope y'all enjoy!

A Quick Poem to Prove I'm Still Alive

Sorry I've been absent recently! So much going on... but oh well. Now I'm going to do what was mentioned in the title! Share with all of you random bloggers a quick poem to prove that I'm still alive. So, here goes.


I Am Love

Through my veins this love will flow
Sustaining my life, I'm letting go
There is no pain or toil here
No need for agony or shedding blood-tear
So much more than the eye can see
So much more than the hand can touch
I'm falling into this world unknown
Remolding this heart that once was stone
So let me be and walk with me
You who aren't afraid of He
Who marked me on that day long gone
When I was young, an innocent fawn
But now I'm old enough to talk
To run, to climb, to fall and walk
There will be challenges up ahead
What difference is that to this road I tread?
A life without love is no life at all
I'll remember this, lest I should fall
Love shall flow within these veins
Taking care of all my pains
I am Love and Love is me
Whatever else did I imagine I could be?

- Jennica Travilla

A Dilemma

I am in a bit of a bind.... I'm editing my NaNoWriMo novel and I can't decide whether to make up an animal or not.
Let me explain....
My novel is the sequel to another novel which is based off of Shakespeare's "Twelfth Night." Basically, this novel is also based off of Twelfth Night.
It's set in 1602 and the characters have gone on a sea journey to find a hidden treasure. They arrive at an island and while they are waiting to go on shore, one of my characters (who loves to study plants and animals in his spare time) is observing the island from the ship. He spots an animal that no one has ever seen before but the others think he's joking and tease him about it.
My dilemma is whether to make up an animal or not. Since I'm not naming which island it is, and since this particular creature can only be found on this island, I don't see that it would be a problem to make up an animal.
What do you guys think?
The animal would look similar to an anteater. It would be a bit bigger, and black and white.
My dad says, "A tapir!"

(which looks like this)

It won't look exactly like a tapir.... It will be different. I haven't decided exactly what it will look like.

Do you think I should use it or pick an animal that already exists?

Thanks!

"He's my brother." "He's killed eighty people in two days." "He's adopted."

 Trips in and almost crashes into the cookie table. Looks around. Hopes no one has seen. Takes a chair, clears throat, tries to look dignified. 

 I now have something for you all. This is part of a deleted scene from my book! Enjoy!

 Jack and her sardine Nemo

 Wallace was a hoarder. Like a pack rat. Hogan liked that. He knew Wallace wouldn't, but Wallace liked nothing unless it gleamed and started with the letters G or J.

Hogan knelt down and picked up some of the gold coins at his feet. All of the gold and jewels in this cave had more then likely come from English merchant ships. Maybe even some Italian. Very likely some of them had been German. And there was no doubt a good many of them had been French.

“Wow,” Lewis whistled loud enough to alert anyone they were on the island. His whistle echoed off the cave walls and was thrown back to them ten times louder.

“Really, must you?” Louis snapped.

“Well, look who is in a bad mood again. And we're surprised, why?”

Trouble in the Tomb

I haven't, been on in awhile so I thought I should. I don't really have anything to post yet, but I thought I could tell you what my first book will be about.

It is called Trouble in the Tomb and it is about four siblings whose parents died two years before the story starts.

Nathan Marshall, everyone calls him Nate, is nineteen and gets a job as an archaeologist in Egypt. He travels there with his siblings, Samuel (Sam) 15, Jerusha (Jessie) 13, and Madison (Maddie) 7. There they meet Dr. Jeremiah (Jeremy) Huddleson who is to be the head of their team.

Together they plan to finish work on an Egyptian tomb but are stopped when they are kidnapped by tomb robbers. Now they have to find a way to escape, alive.

I published this book once, but it wasn't very well written so I'm working on rewriting it and then editing it. I should have parts to post soon.

Sincerely,
Evie.

The Gael's Apprentice- exerpt 2

"Puir wee thing... so young, and yet already marked.." Eothain awoke, the entire lower half of her body in pain, yet dulled, throbbing. She slowly propped herself up with her elbows, and took a look around. She was in  a warm, fire-lit room: small, but cozy. She was lying in a low, hand-made cot, with a warm, cozy wool blanket tucked around her tender frame, decorated with Celtic spirals and knots and what appeared to be a cross in the center, but unlike any she had ever seen. Settled near the bunk was a small, rough table, with a pitcher of water and a wooden mug perched on a thick, heavy-looking manuscript.

Silhouetted against the fire, a tall, broad shouldered man stood, his back to Eothain. in the dim light from the fire, the man's long, rust red hair could be easily picked out from his dull, earth-toned robes. He might have easily been some wandering monk, except for two things that stood out in the firelight. Belted onto his waist was the most beautiful sword she had ever seen, wide at the hand guard, then narrowing, and back again before narrowing down to the tip, with the grace of the ocean tide, the blade and hand guard etched in gold and silver, intertwined. Strapped to his forearms, seeming to glow in the blaze of the fire, were intricately crafted gauntlets. Extending to his knuckles, each plate and strap were polished to a gleam, and each plate was engraved with a spidery, ethereal script, weaving and winding and crossing over itself, with that same strange circular cross embossed on the hand plates.

This man clearly was not the Rider, but- she looked back up at him, to realize that he was looking at her. His eyes were kind, very intelligent and gleaming with past laughter and joys. That is what she first noticed. his beard was carefully braided, and strung with colored clay beads. In the fire's light, he didn't appear to be much older than her, about as old as Liam, but his eyes, interwoven amongst the laughter and the deep piercing intelligence was age. Age, mixed in with seemingly centuries of deep pain, and a calm, steady Light. Whoever he was, she was definitely safe around him.

The Gael's Apprentice- Exerpt

With that, as the Rider mounted his horse, Eothain ran, away from the blazing scene of death and destruction, away from the screams of her family, her friends, her neighbors, and into the dark, whispering woods. The iron hooves of the Rider sounded behind her in the soft earth, declaring her death knoll. As she sprinted, dodged, barreled through the underbrush, she couldn't seem to lose the Rider, drawing ever closer. Not knowing where she was running, only knowing that she must run, else join the fate of her village. As she burst out of the treeline suddenly, she stumbled into an open field, and fell.
Landing with a resounding thump, she nearly screamed in pain, as she felt her ankle twist under her. Oh kark. Eothain looked over her shoulder, searching for any sign of the Rider, and- There. In the trees. Watching. Waiting.
 Eothain edged backward, clamboring away from the Rider, as he stepped out from the treeline casually, a bloodstained blade gripped in his hand. Never face death with fear in your heart, her father had always told her, before he disappeared into the misty northern Highlands. Show the Reaper just what you're made of. In this case, however, Eothain just kept moving, crawling painfully away, eyes locked on the Rider, when suddenly, she ran into something. A pair of knobbly horse legs, connected to the body of the same lean, glistening white warhorse, clad in copper and silver plates of armor. Further up, riding it, was- "In God's almighty name, get thee gone from here, Lucifer!" There was a blinding flash of light, and an unearthly howl of terror, anger, and pain, and the last thing Eothain saw was a gauntleted hand reaching down towards her, before she passed out.

a segment of Chapter 2 (the last segment, in case you couldn't tell), sparking up a whole new path for young Eothain. what do y'all think?

So the Sun Sets...

and so...

The sun makes it's last light through the windows
She sits, watching her last moments of joy wave goodbye
Nothing lasts... She hears

Nothing will ever last as long as you are here

Darkness' arms reach out for her in more a choke than a hug
She wraps herself together, holding everything left of her close

To get out, you must pay the price

No water left, No tears
Just the small moan of hunger

To get out, you must pay the price

No thoughts, the mind is empty
Her soul be on the brink of death

To get out, you must pay the price......


What is the price to pay?

Greetings and Hello!

*tips hat and bows*

Pleasure to maketh thine acquaintance

I be "A.M." Rivera (well, identity revealed [le gasp!], my real name is Adri..)

OK, enough formality!

Hi Hi! :D
Name's Adri!
I have no idea why, but I've stuck to that name since birth.
I luv writing!!

Best way to relax the mind!

Er.... Um... Eh...
(Sheesh, intros scare me..)
em...

READ AT LEAST ONE BOOK A DAY!
(ok.. random)

;D I guess at the moment I'm hyper...

Well, anyways, I hope I suit well and please enjoy the posts
(mind you I be a bit random on things at times... ;) )

Duna Returns ~ How to Get IN and OUT of the Dungeon

Well, now....I have returned.... >:-) And with ways that could get you into and out of the dungeon....

Ways to Get IN:

1. Leaving unwanted swords in the doorway.
2. Not knowing what Doctor Who is.
3. Disappearing on chats (cuz that is totally RUDE and I can't abide by rudeness, can I? Before leaving, type brb "be right back" or let others know otherwise. It will be forgiven if a. the pc or internet crashed or b. the power went out or anything that may have caused it)
4. Eating all the refreshments on the coffee table that Mari shall be making, SAVE SOME FOR THE FISHES!
5.  In any way or fashion trying to a. destroy the dungeon or b. break someone free from the dungeon will immediately put the person or people who tried in with the other and give them one more week in the dungeon or as long as somebody does their "price of freedom" (the dungeon Rebuilds itself MAGICALLY btw)

Ways to Get OUT:

1.  A Price of Freedom will have to be made. And once that is made and someone decides to pay it they can NOT back out or they are thrown in with the one they tried to save.
2. Waiting it out, surely I'll let you off ;-) (Or will I?)
3. Being extra nice and giving me gifts! Anything I like will be accepted and if I don't like it it will be declined and earn you another week in the dungeon or until the price is paid!

Now! Okay.... is that all? Oh and if you follow these simple rules and guidelines you'll surely stay out of the dungeon! (And this may update if I so wish.... ;-) )

Duna Out~

~Mari in

**places blondies, cookies, and brownies on the coffee table with a pitcher of purple lemonade** I dyed the lemonade PORPLE! ;-) And the cookies are for those on the DARK SIDE of the force! Brownies for the LIGHT! And the blondies are if you really don't care what people think of you ;-) Well BYE!

The Resurrection of the Dungeon!

Why hello, Inklings.....I am Duna... I have taken over this Inkling, Mari J. Fahel, she has been boiling and brewing me up just to end in this way.... I SHALL BRING TO LIFE WHAT RK LEFT! I seem to have more power than normal.... You probably could say I am a character gone wrong! I have figured a way of controlling the thoughts and movements of this author..... Pathetic though she may be....

Mari: PATHETIC?!?!

Duna: Yes, pathetic! And aren't you supposed to be in my control?!

Mari: YOUR CONTROL?!

Duna: YES! MY CONTROL!

Mari: GIVE ME BACK THE CONTROLS TO MY BRAIN!

Duna: NO! Their mine!

**a painful fight inside Mari's head finally comes to an end.**

Mari: Sorry about that! Duna's crazier than I sometime. He doesn't mean that he'd really rebuild the dungeon.... I mean who would help him?

**Duna knocks Mari out and throws her in the back of her mind's closet.**

Duna: Who needs help? When I have the goldenhand's body under my control!

**Mari's body takes off the glove on her hand and turns to page one of a story called: Inklings: Insanity and Ink-stains places bare hand on the creation of the dungeon. The dungeon rebuilds itself**

WELCOME BACK, DUNGEON OF NO LONGER DUST! HAHA! (oh and to imprint myself on your memories here's a picture of me!)

"I'm surprised Colson didn't faint when we found you."

 I really need to post more on here...oh wait! Ahem! Trips in, considers moving the sword, doesn't. Finds a chair, flops into it, looks around. Sets Nemo on a near by table. Eats some corn nuts. 

 Okay, so the reason I don't post much is because I'm publishing my book and don't wish to leak too many spoilers. However, I'm trying to think of a way around this. For now I will leave you with this, the plot for my newest book.

 Will and Cluny are both son's of pirates, they share the same mother but different fathers. Following in their father's foot steps, they both turn to piracy, captaining a ship together. But they do more then that, they steal a Steam Ship, becoming the only pirates to own one. Now they are unstoppable, at least, that is their plan. 

 Kathrine Birdie has a secret, and she is being forced to marry a snobbish English lord. Since she doesn't wish to marry him, and her secret is an incredible one, she runs away from home to go on an adventure. Her adventure is cut short when she is kidnapped by pirates, but then she is again kidnapped by a different band of pirates. And these are more willing to keep her on board, rather then send her home, so long as she reveals her secret. 

 Andrew (Drew) Bond has one simple mission in life, to convert the whole world to Christianity. However, pirates don't wish to be converted, and when Drew finds himself on a pirate ship he is forced to rethink his mission. But then he is saved, at least, he hopes so. Either way, his simple dream is starting to look anything but. 

 Set on the high seas, The Shadow of His Wings follows four unlikely heroes and their quest to find the greatest buried treasure of all time.

Newbie on the Premises

Greetings Y'all!

I'm new on here, in case y'all couldn't tell by the title, as well as none of y'all knowing who the heck I am. To confront that, my name is Eli, and I wanted to join this site because I figured it would be a really amazing experience, as well as the possibility to hang out with other eccentric writers.

I was introduced to this site by your very own Ms. Mari J. Fahel, and now, thankfully, I am a part of this eccentrically crazy crew! I'm pretty quiet, love God with all that's in me (even though it gets me into trouble sometimes, long stories for later), I'm a blacksmith (no, I will not make you a sword), an avid bookworm, a trained swordsman, I am almost 19, I live in Maryland, and am very eccentric in my own special ways (I knit steel into purty things, that's a sure sign of insanity).

I am breaking into writing/rewriting a new story, basically my interpretation of a Christian Camp Half-Blood (yes, I've actually read those books, and am quite fond of 'em), set in medieval Scotland. with luck, I'll be able to post up snippets up on here for review and such.

Thank you all so much for accepting this crazy 'Smith into your midst!

Eli/Eli the 'Smith

Letter to the Dungeon of Dust

Oh Dust oh dust!
I must say
I miss the cell that in it I stayed
Oh destroyer of dungeons
Are ye satisfied?
I want to bring it back to life
Oh dungeon oh dungeon come back for meh!
I wish ye didn't blow up you see!

lolz! Yeah, I'm insane, but c'mon Jack! I miss the dungeon! I'm awaiting your humorous reply to this! ;)

Moonbeam Princess Trilogy

This is a trilogy that I plan on writing soon! Lemme know what ya think!! <3333

Lunaria was a child of the moon. Never had the changelings retrieved such a child. One that could control the waters, and reflect light. The changelings took her as a baby and replaced her with one of their kind. So, one day, Lunaria made the decision to leave the changelings and to find her real family. The beginning of a whole new adventure. One that was more than she had ever had.

In the year of the blue moon, (when two full moons appear in one month) it is said that a boost of energy is given to the children of the moon, twice. For a full moon always gives them a boost of energy and that would give them power throughout a week, instead of one night! And in all this there is a war going on, that Lunaria will have to fight in. And with such power that the blue moon gives their side believed that they were sure to win.

A lunar eclipse was sure to come. Because that was when Lunaria changed. Nobody knew this of the moon's daughter, but when an eclipse appeared in a month, the child would be out of control. Everything would be one wave of power, and to have such power all the water within miles would stand still, time would be in her hands. But the month of the lunar eclipse also brings uncontrollable anger and a wave of the hand could wipe out an entire country. That, and she found that slave traders kidnapped and placed her true parents to work as slaves. One misstep on Lunaria's part could mean the death of the world.

Like I said, lemme know what ya think in the comments! And I will be most appreciated! <3333

~Mari Fahel and Cuddles the Platypus~

Beautiful People - Antony

(This is for one of my own original characters, right? If not... I shall re-do it! Also, I hope you don't mind I'm doing a boy.)

1. What is their favorite type of shoe? Hmmm.... I don't really know. Shoes aren't my (or his) strong point.
2. Do they journal? Yes! Originally he thought it was only for women, but he changed his mind when his a journal was passed down to him.
3. What's their favorite animal? Horses.
4. What does their average day look like? Wake up, take care of his master's horses (he's a stable boy), eat dinner, go to bed, repeat. Occasionally he goes on adventures which disrupt his daily schedule.
5. Night owl, or morning person? (Optional: What time do they normally wake up, and go to bed?) Probably a morning person.
6. Do they have a sweet tooth? A bit =)
7. What colors are their bedroom? Brown or white. He lives in a small cottage with his mother.
8. Can they cook? Not really....
9. What is their favorite household chore? His favorite stable chore is to exercise the horses.
10. Favorite kind of tea? Did they have tea in the 1700th century? I'm not sure....

Beautiful People

Beautiful People: Jessie Marshall

1. What is their favorite type of shoe? Hiking Boots. She loves hiking boots.

2. Do they journal? No, she doesn't have the patience.

3. What's their favorite animal? Ferrets.

4. What does their average day look like? She wakes up, reads her Bible, then runs into the first bit of danger she can find.

5. Night owl, or morning person? (Optional: What time do they normally wake up, and go to bed?) She thinks sleeping is over rated. She sleeps when she has to, any time.

6. Do they have a sweet tooth? No, not really. But if you gave her chocolate she wouldn't turn it down.

7. What colors are their bedroom? She sleeps in a tent so, an off white.

8. Can they cook? Not at all.

9. What is their favorite household chore? She doesn't live in a house. But, she likes set up tents.

10. Favorite kind of tea? Any kind. Probably green tea though.

Beautiful People - Verity White

1. What is their favorite type of shoe?
    Converses are "da bomb" in her oppinion.
2. Do they journal?
    When she can get the chance, journals are very suggested.
3. What's their favorite animal?
     Her favorite animal is a cat.
4. What does their average day look like?
      An average day for her is one of travel and trying to stay alive in a radiated climate.
5. Night owl, or morning person? (Optional: What time do they normally wake up, and go to bed?)
      Night owl. She normally goes to bed at 3:30 AM and wakes up at 1 PM.
6. Do they have a sweet tooth?
      Yes.
7. What colors are their bedroom?
      Her room is in a base where her friends from her hometown live.
8. Can they cook?
      Yes. Her specialty is deserts and other such snacks items.
9. What is their favorite household chore?
      Her favorite household chore (when she had one) was cleaning the living room.
10. Favorite kind of tea?
      Mint.

Beautiful People

I'm sorry this is going to look so funky. I don't know how to fix it, take the colour from behind the words. So if anyone does, feel free! (Prince Caspian quote there) Anyhow, thought you all might enjoy to do this. All you have to do is pick a character and answer the questions with said character.

1. What is their favorite type of shoe?
2. Do they journal?
3. What's their favorite animal?
4. What does their average day look like?
5. Night owl, or morning person? (Optional: What time do they normally wake up, and go to bed?)
6. Do they have a sweet tooth?
7. What colors are their bedroom?
8. Can they cook?
9. What is their favorite household chore?
10. Favorite kind of tea?