Shadows Cannot Triumph

Halo, fellow Inklings! How are you this fine day?This is a scene from my other novel--SLC! I hope you guys enjoy it--a wee bit of humour here! x3

May your pen be as your swift blade and the paper as our shield and defense!
M.J Kimzy-Fahel

Location: Bailey Residence, Taylors, SC, USA
Time 6:40pm

Verity came to the fence, surrounding their house, and sighed, opening the gate, she stepped into the driveway and walked up it towards the door.

“Hey, V!” said a young boy’s voice over on the other side of the fence.

The boy leaned on the fence casually, smiling in a very friendly way. He short, shaggy black hair hanging over his brown eyes.

“Hey, Elijah!” Verity grinned, excitedly, “Howzit? What are you doing at Jonathan’s?”

Elijah grinned as if he had a secret he was holding back.

Verity raised an eyebrow, “Oh boy...what is it now, dude?”

“You’re in trouble!” he said, prolonging the last word, mockingly.

“Ermm...what’s goin’ on?”

He shrugged, “Seeya at church....if you are still alive...” Winking at her Elijah left her standing there, cluelessly.

Homesick

My apologies for allowing this dear blog to die down once more, fellow Inklings! I have been writing several things now!

--Current WIPs:
-The Shadows, the Light, and the Chosen(SLC) - novel
-The Adventures of Nicholas Shade: Apprentice of Time - short story
-Steam Alice - stand-alone short story
-100 Things Worth Living For - non-fic
-Annie's Diary: When Light and Dark Collide - novella

Here is a piece from Annie's diary:

Annie half-dozed in the back of the RV she had hooked a ride with. The RV was filled with a group of 5. A traveling singing group. Mindie--who had become a very dear friend to Annie these almost two weeks--was watching Annie, concerned. It almost frightened me, however. Something about them made me want to run for the hills. They follow Him! That’s gotta be it! Annie may have not been comfortable with them, but she enjoyed their presence...especially after the lonely three nights. They had no idea why Annie was where she was--sleeping by garbage cans of a Spinx station, all alone. Somehow they took Annie into their RV...most of it was a blur and she wasn’t a tad sure what happened, but now she was going to Indiana with a singing group.

“Look, guys! We’re over the border!” called the driver, Matt.

Willai: **a switch stick in hand, tapping it ominously** “Turn around…” Mor: **panicked voice** “J-just put that down…” Willai: **patronizing dark smile** “What? So the stubborn little child isn’t prepared to reap the consequences of her actions? Tsk tsk…”

Couldn't stick to just one so I added the main characters I could think of....Maybe I could do another one xD
~Mari J. Fahel



(ABOVE) This song reminds me of my character, Melody Gael(the real one, not Melody Blanke xP) from TWA, because it is upbeat and she was a joyous person before she was gone. She liked to play a highlander's whistle and dance, so this makes me think of her....


(ABOVE) This song reminds me of Morwynne Gael from TWA...she's a wee bit of an adventurer and likes a bit of excitement to start her day--most of the time! xD



(ABOVE) This song reminds me of Cpt. Willai MacNaell from TWA, because it is strong and the music itself seems good for a warrior--like him xP

The Oldest Trick in the Book.......

From and Inspired piece in my story The City Burns! Hope you like it! :-D

The Swashbuckler Disciple,
Mari J. Fahel

Rowan lay in bed when suddenly a loud beeping noise sent her bolting upright. She hit the alarm and threw herself off the bed in grogginess. Been almost half a year since she last dreamt of the confrontation with Shay. She should have spoken out...What happened would've been better on the family, then--Shay didn't get who he was after. He just ran away that very night. Unless Shay went for another girl...was possible, right? At least it wasn't Michiko--or she hoped it wasn't....well, nothing happened so what did it matter? It could've been Rowan herself. She had been put to sleep. Who knows? It could have been her. But, who cares right? None of Rowan's family knew of what happened that night--they probably would freak...Here I am, letting my thoughts rant...and I have to get ready for school! Rowan shut her door and began to change from her flower-print gown to her school uniform. Michiko squirmed in her comforter, making Rowan chuckle, "Wake up, Michiko! We have school!"

"I don't want to go to school just--" Michiko began to whine.

"Five more minutes? That's the oldest trick in the book! Don't make me laugh, girlie!" Rowan grinned at the irony and nudged Michiko, "Wakey wakey! Don't make me tickle you!"

Michiko bolted out of bed, "Alright, I'm up! Just don't tickle me!"

"Much better...I'll go now, get ready!" Rowan left a frantic Michiko, chuckling loudly as she shut the door behind her.

Christmas Party - Inklings Style!

Hey you writing and reading buds!

To the Old Inklings, you should remember how these parties work! And to those who are new to the whole virtual partying Inklings style, it's time you find out! It starts with inviting mad aspiring authors and them inviting their characters/alter-egos (you won't find my alter-egos in this party. Inklings, remember Christy and Patience? They have returned to their proper place)! Bring a sword, a cloak, your imaginative sharpened mind, a special character you wish to introduce, and just have fun! The only things that I will ask you NOT to bring are a tazer and handcuffs! We will be chatting on a chatango box -- Inklings remember the chocolate box? I most certainly shall make one for this! -- The party will be at 6-8pm EST (5-7pm CST) on December 28th! I hope you can join and the only rules I will have on this chat will be: 1. No curse words 2. Be considerate of one another 3. HAVE FUN!

Note: Remember to bring some Christmas songs, and maybe some links to your Christmas writings! :-D

The Swashbuckler Disciple,

Arianna Schaffer/Mari J. Fahel

Songs from the Heart

A few of you know of my fascination of music and songs. If you know that, you should also know that I strive to write songs of my own. This is my latest shot at a song, I titled it The Cries of a Million Hearts! I hope you enjoy it!

V1: 
I lie here fully conscious
And yet the slumber drones on
In the suffocating depths, I hear
The cries of a million hearts

V2:
I lie here pierced by the darkness
While the bloodstained marks take form
Death, oh sweet death take hold of my soul
And join the cries of a million hearts

Chorus:
My child, don't you see?
I have you here right next to Me
Your heart is in the palm of My hands
And your tears like a sea
Are in My thoughts
Oh, what you could be
If you just allow me....
To wipe those tears from your eyes!
(My love has no disguise!)

V3:
I cry here fully aware
Of my faults that I am to bear
I throw my body in despair
To take on the cries of a million hearts

Bridge:
I am pulled out from the darkness
Into the light
My eyes are set on Christ in all His might
He takes me in and I lose sight
Of the agony in this small heart
To bring to Christ
Those million weeping hearts

Your fully blood bound sister-in-Christ,
Arianna Schaffer/Mari J. fahel

"I ask for a savior and what do I get? Captain Tall-and-Gangly!"

I wrote another piece in the story and it'll be posted in Wattpad at 8pm EST! Look for it here!

In the fort Jeniah saw Captain MacNell carrying a wrapped form in his arms, running towards the cabin. Jeniah kicked the stool from under Jat who sat, lazing back. He fell to the ground and glared up at Jeniah who nodded towards Willai’s hurrying figure. Jat hastened to stand up and helped lay the wrapped form on the bed. Willai breathed heavily as he stared into Jeniah’s eyes in concern.

“Where’s Morwynne?” Jeniah heard the hint of dread in her own voice when she spoke.

Willai seemed to hear the edge in her voice too so he looked down at Jeniah, “She’s--”

A loud clatter from behind the two of them alerted them of another, as Willai turned to face Morwynne picking up the mop and bucket that she tripped over, “She’s here.”

Morwynne lay the mop gently on the wall as it slid off and clattered to the floor again. She left it there and went to help Jeniah with the new patient. Jeniah unwrapped the cloak to reveal the sliced body which oozed blood and shadows. Morwynne stooped to touch it when the sound of a clearing throat, alerted her of Willai’s rising temper.

"If you would, Morwynne Aari Gael, follow me to my quarters,” Willai’s cool tone aired a sign of caution for Morwynne who bit her lower lip and looked, pleadingly at Jat and Jeniah as Willai stepped out the door. Jeniah shook her head, solemnly as Jat grinned widely and shrugged. Morwynne’s head lowered in shame as she turned and followed the Captain, as if marching to the death.

I hope you enjoyed it! Tell me who your favorite character from this snippet is or if none, tell me your favorite quote in it!

Preferring to look insane,
Mari J. Fahel

Why, hello there! Mischief, Loyalty, a wee bit of Ari has returned!

Hey, guys! I've been writing a story called The Witches' Assassin! It has characters based on people/beliefs that I've had in my life! Be prepared for a ride with adventure, fantasy, truth, romance, drama, and humor! Expecting the unexpected isn't what it's about, but the world isn't all as it seems!

Melody twisted in the shadows, suffocating. Cold and afraid she cried, “Traitor! Let me go! Let me free! Let me be!”

Tears streamed down her face and she tried to reach out of the shadows, “Help me! Please! Mercy!”

Suddenly a shout of victory echoed as if in a far off land and light pierced the darkness like a blade forged in the Heavenly Kingdom. A sweet song of a marching army, marching on to the victorious beats of love rang all around her and became nearer and closer as the light grew brighter. Two hands pulled her out of the shadows as she fell into the embrace of a warm cloak. Honey-brown curls cascaded into Melody’s face as deep sea-green eyes delved into hers.

“In the name of Jeshua, you will depart from these parts, Sorion!” a firm voice of one with authority spoke in the blurred forest. A scream of agony as Sorion sounded his retreat.

Melody’s body, exerted and in agony slumped onto the girl’s shoulder, as her weight started sliding to the ground. Blackness engulfed her vision once more and she saw no more.

I hope you guys enjoyed it! Give me critique! TIPS! TIPS! TIIIIIIPS! :-D

Preferring to look insane,
Mari J. Fahel

Awh, poor wee abandonned blog!

REVIVE! I will not see you perish, Inklings! REVIVE! I've been on you since I was almost 15! You can't die now! I will not allow it! **looks offended at the slowly moving blogposts** I see at least some of us is faithful to the end! Well, I know that you guys came to hear more than a madwoman ranting on how her favorite writing group shouldn't be dying...

Well, I actually came to do more than that, anyway! I have been inspired to write a series of time traveling stories called "Sunset Pilgrim Saga"! It is about how a girl steps through the sunset into time and imagined worlds! It all starts on December 21st, 2012, the time when most people believe the world is to end. However, the only thing that happened that day was that one person could step into the sunset and go through time or imagined worlds! But, if she is to die in either one of these areas, she's pretty much dead, even in the world of imagination! But, in the story she must find out when this sunset comes back, these sunsets are known only to the Time Masters and can only be found at a certain date in a certain place at the hour the sun sets. And sometimes the journey to the place is far and long, but she must get there on time, or she will not be able to go to the next place and time to find her home.

I hope that interests you guys! God bless and peace, folks!

About the Chat 2

How's the idea of meeting at 9-10PM EST, guys? That's all I can think of! So, if ye want to meet at that time I'll see ye guys then everyday or something :-P

About the Chat

I'm thinking of setting a time for us to meet on the chat when we can all meet up together... what would be a good time generally for you guys? I want to bring this group back to life! :-D Also... I wanted to show a link to my blog, Nutty Sundae for you guys to go by and learn about my crazehness! <333

Preferring to look insane,
Mari J. Fahel

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

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!)

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 - 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.

Faith & Imagination

This is a part of my Prologue of The Forgiver's Promise. I have been working on this book for almost 5 years! And am now getting to the point where I like it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Fox Nolhan

Prologue - Part 1

Dear Son,

Today is a new day dawning. Each day that passes is a day of love. I will truly miss you, my son. I never really gave you a name for one reason only, to keep you safe. I don’t want you to think I didn’t love you. Because the only reason I am sending you away is because I love you. I know that you will grow to be a good young man as I send you to your Uncle, for a long time, you would think him to be your father. And on your 13th birthday, he will tell you who you are. I love you more than anything, but I will probably never see you again. I know you won’t like what I will tell you, but you are made of great things, as all children of the Ark’ano Five. I will truly miss you, but you will be safe in Onadath.

Beorin sighed and signed, “Love your Father, Beorin”.  He sealed it with blue wax. Many people may have just let their child be taken from them to fight in the war between Fragathia and Onadath, but Beorin, would rather die than to leave his son in the hands of King Oronim. Lisora took the letter and stuffed it in her bag. She embraced Beorin, and climbed on the back of her black horse.

“Farewell, Beorin! I love you!” she called back and then sped away.

Beorin watch longingly at her and their son, “Farewell, my love.”

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Your thoughts are very much appreciated!

Preferring to look insane,

Mari J. Fahel

"A Life out of this life is anything amongst imagination or faith. Those are the two most important things for a writer. Their mind and heart"

Copyright of Mari J. Fahel © All Rights Reserved.

In a World of War and Words

Why hello, my dears. I am what you may call an alien born in South Carolina. I am Marangal Platypus, named Mari Joy Fahel. I am an oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooold Inkling! I was here back when it was in Homeschoolblogger. The thing that made the most imprint on my mind was looking at the chat and thinking, "Wow these people are weird! And almost insane!" After a while I found out they truly were! <3333333 And on top of that thought it a compliment to be called "weird" or "insane"! Oh Jack, I remember one conversation on the chat that just made me feel clueless. I'm sure you remember the "Sardine" incident! Oh my word! That was the first thing I saw! Sardines! And I was like: "WHAT'S WITH THE SARDINES!?" You guys then --oh! and my frizzy curls-- Got into my brains and made slow-processed changes in the way I thought! Now, I enjoy being called "crazy", "insane", and "weird"!

I remember then, my writing wasn't all that cool. But, after a little tweaking in my head and a LOT of work on my punctuation, grammar, and plots I'm sure I'll be a great writer! I've got my Dad working on a map for my book The Forgiver's Promise! Jack, I'm sure you remember that! And to Eliza, welcome to the insanely mixed weirdos who call themselves "Inklings"!

Also I have a platypus friend from Earth named Cuddles! Here she is! **Cuddles' eyes stare adorably at you.**

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Preferring to look insane,
Mari Fahel

"We WRITERS, are WARRIORS, brandishing our weapons.
We WARRIORS for Christ, brandish our WEAPONS with WORDS.
WORDS are the WEAPONS from our pens."

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