"Aw yes, John Green." "Jason Grace." "Whatever."

 *Tries to step over the sword, fails, almost crashes into the wall. Sits in a chair and almost falls asleep.*

 WAIT! No, I'm awake. I'm good.

 Ahem, hello, Inklings. *Waves*

 I saw everyone was sharing snippets. And I figured I might as well join in. So, here is a snippet from my NaNo book, DragonSlayer. It is a rough, rough draft. So it is choppy and full of mistakes, but I am too worn out to think of more editing.

 I hope you enjoy it though.

 Jack and her sardine, Nemo

He knew the jagged peak was different, but not for the reasons he had always been told. When he left home to chase dragons, the mountain always came back to him, reminding him of all he had left behind. All he had given up because of one lie.

The mountain had no name, like so many other ancient things in the land. It had stood when the island rose from the sea. And when the island sank it would likely hold its head high, going down with an air of majesty.

There were other mountain peaks around Trisli's home, but none carried themselves with as much grace as Trisli's mountain. Even though it wasn't the tallest in the whole of the kingdom, it seemed to think very highly of itself. In the summer it put on a dazzling display with its array of rich grass and deep green forests. In the fall, its trees donned the brightest, richest colours. During the frozen months of winter it wrapped itself in the purest white of blankets. And in the spring, when it looked its most friendly, only the most colourful of flowers would grace its slopping sides.

The peak seemed to think very highly of himself. However, this could be excused to a point. After all, when one is so majestic and commanding, a little pride is certain to follow.

And while the mountain's pride could be excused and marveled at, Trisli's own pride made him the laughing stalk of the village. No one ever laughed in his face of course, they had far too many manners for that. However, whenever his back was turned, the snickering would start – which often is worse then getting mocked when one could see.

Snippets and Snaps

I'm writing a story based on an anime I saw derived from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.

((Well, it's not exactly, but I got the basis off of it...))
**Yeah, that's what they all say...**
((Oh, go suck a rubarb, you!))
**Hey, don't be quoting your lines on me!**
((sigh... I can never win with you, can I?))
**Probably so.**
((grrrrrrr))

ANYways... here's a snippet for you, you can read the rest on Wattpad...
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"Your highness! Can you stand?" His groan answers for me. I try to pull him on my back. I'm stronger than I make out to be. "Your highness! We've got to get out of here, let me-"

"Take Ciel." He shifts his weight and I drop him back on the floor. I stare at the young girl beside him. She was shivering with fear, too scared to speak.

"But, sir, I-"

"Take Ciel!" He groans again as he adjusts his posture. Raising a shaky hand in the air to the wall behind him, the bricks slide away to a closet. "Aslan..." I look to him once again. "Take the sword and the chain. Cloak yourself and lead Ciel and yourself to safety."

"But your highness!" No matter what I try, it's useless. Then behind us I hear the groan of the man. He was regaining conciousness. I sheathed my own sword and dashed to the secret closet. Grabbing the sword and the box that was also inside - guessing that was were the chain was kept. Taking the cloak by the window, I grabbed the princess' hand and carried her on my back, draping the cloak on the both of us.

"DADDY! DADDY! DON'T! I DON'T WANNA! DADDY!" She tried kicking and punching me to let her go. I had to pinch her leg to stop her.

"M'lady, please, be quiet, we have to get out of here!" I sat at the edge of the windowsill, peering through the smoke and flames for a safe landing.

"ASLAN! NOW!" The king screams. With this command I jump, just as the sound of a sword slicing flesh escapes the window.

                                                                         - "Crescents Restoration"

Yikes!

Sorry, Jack!  I didn't mean to neglect this blog.  In order to revive Inklings, I am going to post a couple snippets from stories that I have been working on in all of my spare time.
By the way, congratulations on your book coming out, Jack.

Belofte entered, her face a study.  “I have seen that Diavla hath been slain!” she said.

            Birinin and Salguod leapt up and joined in a joyful reel over the smooth floor.

            “I fear,” said Belofte gently, “that this is not the tidings of rejoicing that it seems.  Arglai hath slain her sister and taken the throne.  That snake, Tajisscra, tried to slay a new Pilhmoff, but Solmar emerged from his pit and slew the Pilhmoff before I could take him away.”

            “Solmar emerged?” said Birinin.  A cold wave shivered down her frame.  “Solmar hath not been seen near to an age.”

            “Solmar hath come forth, and this is one creature that even Modran Lonish shall find trouble in slaying,” said Belofte.

            Tajisscra burst into the room.  “Lonish will not live long enough,” he chuckled.  “Where art thou hiding him, Ruvin Scum?” he asked, leering at Belofte.  Salguod stood before his wife, holding up his shield.

            More Estackam crowded into the room, surrounding Birinin and tearing Belofte away from Salguod.

            “Tell me where the Mortal Man is,” said Tajisscra, holding his Wand toward Birinin’s head.

            Salguod’s eyes grew dark with fury as he let forth a ray of golden light from his shield, blinding the Fairie for a moment.  Birinin ducked away and snatched up her arrows, thrusting them into her belt and aiming another at Tajisscra’s head.  “I am not so weak as that,” she said drily.

            “What about thy mother?” snapped Tajisscra, letting forth the power of his Wand at Belofte.  The Queen of Pevamor ceased to glow.  Her face grew black and her head snapped back as she crumpled down to the ground.  “The Cheol Stones are of no use to you now, my fine Cheol Ruvin.”

~ Lonish the Swordmaster

“Mendan, I do not mean to sound like a nag, but I think that we should have taken more men with us,” said the queen.

            Mendan grit his teeth, for he had endured the queen’s nagging all night long.  It was beginning to grate on his already raw nerves.  “Yes, Queen Ranglornl, I do understand, but they were all needed at Schlezimein to fight.”

            “They were all going to die at Schlezimein anyhow, and they could have been a good deal more useful to us if they were here now,” the queen continued irritably.

            “By the Clever, were that I was back there dying now,” Mendan muttered under his breath as he ushered the small group into the cave.  “Be careful, children,” he said.  “The rock here is slippery.”

~ The Daulots

Thanks for reading, and God bless! 

Kathryn

"The name is Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221 B Baker Street."

 *Crashes in and falls head first into a chair. Sits up and smooths skirt.*

 Inklings has died, yet again. This is its favourite pastime. I've spent half my time reviving Inklings as actually writing on it.

 However, since it is dead, again, we must think of a way to bring it back to life. The holidays are coming up. Shall we do something holiday themed? We could set up a fourm, which are a bit of fun, or we could have some kind of party.

 I am working out some ideas, but does anyone have any others you might like? Throw them out, and we shall bring this place back to life!

 Jack and her sardine Nemo

GAAAAAAHHHH!!! IT'S DEAD!

Pardon my french, but GGGGGAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!

Oh mon Dieu! Qu'est-ce? où est tout le monde?

(told you to pardon my French)

It says not a post since Quatro de Octubre! shesh...

Well... to be random or stupid or stupid or stupid or random or...

MEH....

Well, just to try to keep it alive... HHHHHIIIIIIIIIII TTTTTTTHHHHHHEEEEERRRRREEE PPPEEEEEOOOPPPLLLEEEEE OOFFF EEEAAARRRTTTTTHHHHH!!!!!

how is everyone? Everyone writing well? I hope none are in writer's block!

Hello Everybody!!!!!

Did you miss me?  I am not exactly overburdened with extra time, so I am glad that I can finally put another snippet from IB up.  Please feel free to comment!

Mr. Daniels calmly reigned in the horses.  “What are ye doin’, scarin’ my horses?” he growled.

            The man looked at the horses, who were placidly waiting for Mr. Daniels’ signal to move on.  “I’m sorry; I didn’t see them,” he said.  When he looked up at Cordelia he started a little.  “Of course, you must continue,” he said.  “I shan’t be the one to stop a lady’s business.”  He bowed deeply.

            “Thank you,” said Cordelia cheerily.  “If you were going our way, I would ask if you wanted a ride, but seeing as you are not, I suppose that we had better say our goodbyes now.”

            “Now, now, who says I’m not going your way?” said the man.  He lifted a sailor’s cap from his thick shock of greyish-white hair.  “The name is Ira Bournton,” he said grandly.

            “I am Miss Cordelia Gaskey,” said she.  “Mr. Daniels, you wouldn’t mind, would you?” she asked, turning on him with a dazzling smile to which he was oblivious.

            “I don’t care,” replied Mr. Daniels.  “Like I says, ten dollars is good for a lot of things.”

            Ira Bournton tossed a sack he was carrying into the back of the buckboard and climbed up beside it.  “A lady as fine as you must be going to Boston,” he said to Cordelia.

            “Yes, that is very observant of you,” she replied, rather amused by his gallantry.  “I am coming from Nanrantsouak Harbor, and if you can say that without stumbling over it the first few times, you must be very clever indeed.  You should have heard my little brothers and sisters trying to say it!”

            Ira Bournton smiled to himself.  “Nanrantsouak Harbor, Miss Gaskey?  I haven’t heard of the place in years.”

            “Oh, you know it?” she asked.

            “Yes, I grew up there before I went away to sea, and I…”  He trailed off uncertainly.

            “Mr. Bournton, what a strange happenstance!” Cordelia exclaimed.  “I feel as if I know you already!”

            Ira Bournton in that moment had turned from the gallant old gentleman to a silent, brooding creature.  Nanrantsouak Harbor!  The name awakened many memories, and not all of them were pleasant.  

Doughnuts for Benny!

Jack, while dashing through, throws out her newest story. 

 Sorry I can't stay. I'm in the middle of book trailer stuff. I hope everyone is well though. Inklings is very quiet these days. *Eyes self*

 Coming October 8th

 Detective Isidore Thaddeus Reichmann doesn't want friends but Lisbeth has given him no choice. She stepped into his life, promising never to leave his side and slowly, Isidore accepts her thrust of friendship. Together they solve mysteries, rather, he solves them and she gets into trouble. They are inseparable and secretly Isidore enjoys his constant companion. However, a time is coming when promises will be broken and a friendship tested - and the end result will forever change Isidore's life.