Shutting Me Up - IMPOSSIBLE!

"You can tell me to shut up,

When I "rant" about this truth! 

But, you have no control over my mouth! 

You can shoot me but

Don't you know?

The fire can never be put out!"

~Zel MacMillan~

 I will NEVER shut up! God wants meh to spread His FIRE!

Dear, dear, Friends....

I am reading a lot in the Bible, and in turn writing what I think in my diary.....You know when normal girls rant about clothes, make-up, and boys? I rant about faith, and nothing but.... Get me started on a theological topic and you'll never shut me up! You may have noticed that in A Garden Stroll With God..... Can I not even once rant about how I need to cover up my face with make-up? Can I not once be normal and rant about how *cute* Justin Beiber is? (ew...) I feel like an outcast ranting to a thick, cold, brick wall! It only bounces back to me!

What is the best thing an alien should do? Just keep preferring to look insane? HAH! Sanity? I've never heard of it! Leave 'em marbles strewn on the floor so I may trip on 'em!

~Zel MacMillan~

Marangal Platypus has left....

.....to be replaced with The Gaelic Chorus!

My Master Plan to Take over The WORLD!

First Step.....Take over QT Convenience Stores cropping from all over!
Second Step....Take over libraries and book stores by publishing my autobiography!
Third Step..... Hypnotize Men into wearing Scottish kilts >:3 With a certain mastermind!
Fourth Step..... To speak into the minds of young children..... @_@
Fifth Step......... Force boys to say that they wish to ride the pink ponies which throw up rainbows and poop butterflies!
Sixth and Final Step...... Be the WORLD'S QUEEN! With an awesome Duke of Scotland!

Well..... you have finally heard my plan to take over your minds..... BEWARE! Any hero may try and stop meh but I have already begun MUAHAHAHAHAH-- *hacks, gags and chokes* Maniacal laughter...... *coughs* it kills ya!


~Zel MacMillan~

P.S. If anyone wishes to humble meh, I WELCOME it! BRING IT ON!

Sillehness

Gaelic_Melody:can you vid chat?
0XxfrimohuggzxX0:who what?
Gaelic_Melody:I am the unknown wandereer in an Irish Paradise You will not know who I am!
@_@
lol!
0XxfrimohuggzxX0:MARi?O_O
Gaelic_Melody:hehe guilty
0XxfrimohuggzxX0:guilty?
Gaelic_Melody:Celtic rap is da BOMB!http://youtu.be/1RkCQKpyllU
 0XxfrimohuggzxX0:0-0 youre mari right?
Gaelic_Melody:No, i'm just a figment of your imagination -_-
-_-'Slow lil' lass aren't you?
0XxfrimohuggzxX0:im pretty sure you are mari
Gaelic_Melody:haha!you are so strange!
0XxfrimohuggzxX0:if you are Mari, you shall request me to poke someone
Gaelic_Melody:I could be Mari then again I could be a mysterious stalker @_@hahaha
0XxfrimohuggzxX0:*shakes you* who do you want me to poke??
Gaelic_Melody:Errrr poke Savannah? hehe
0XxfrimohuggzxX0:hahah YAAYYyou know the name!
Gaelic_Melody:lol!
0XxfrimohuggzxX0:>=D
but wrong answer lolz my MOTHEr der
Gaelic_Melody:teehee
0XxfrimohuggzxX0:I'll vid chat lolz
Gaelic_Melody:Then poke yer mumsie lol!kk cya there!

Stand in the Rain - Melodylicious Thursday

This song used to be the only song I'd listen to, especially when I was depressed. I would cry while listening to it over and over. I think of all songs I listened to while depressed, this had more of an impact on my life. I felt oddly refreshed after those months of crying and solitude. So, I would say, whenever your head's down and you want to cry to let it all out, 1st, remember that's healthier than cooping it up inside yourself, and 2nd listen to this, it's sure to help you cry ;-)

Preferring to look insane,
Mari Fahel

UNDER RECONSTRUCTION!

You will see plenty of changes on this blog, throughout this week. I would like to ask that you tell me what you think! If something's hard to see, LET ME KNOW! If there is one detail you think would make it look more professional, LET ME KNOW! And if there's ideas that you have for future posts, again LET ME KNOW!

I would like ideas for new posts I could do daily that you guys may be interested in! Let's work this through!

NO MORE SPACE! THANKS TO THOSE YOU HELPED ME WITH MY BLOG!

1. Mari’s Maniacal Mondays
2. Homeschooled Ninja Tuesdays
3. Wacky Wattpad Reading Wednesdays, 
4. Melodylicious Thursdays
5. Onomatopoeia Fridays
6. Saturday Night: Bananas Rant 'Bout Writing!
7. Sunday's Cool

Preferring to look insane,

Mari Fahel

P.S. Below are my posts after this one!

A Time Traveling Rant! -- Saturday Night: Bananas Rant 'Bout Writing!

[SCENE 9]

[EXT. by the stream]

[V.O] --That’s When I found out that this “white men” were not of this time period either. Some were dressed in pirate like clothes made of modern-day leather and others wore a red t-shirt with capris. I wave the makeshift white flag as I stood on my side of the river.
    [The other side of the river has plenty of men in not-of-this-time clothing, pointing guns at the children, as they cowered and cried]
[V.O.] I stared at a man in particular, his beard reached down to his belt in a wiry curl. He wore an eye patch and his black leather coat went down to his ankles.
Man 1: So, why is a white boy in with those Indians, might I ask?
Alan: Let the children go.
Man 1: Who are you to tell me what to do, boy?
Alan: I-- am like you.
Well, I'm working on this screenplay so hard that I think I'm gonna finish! I hope you guys will enjoy it as I post it on Wattypad! <3
Preferring to look insane,
Mari Fahel

Activities for the Scripts Week 1: Onomatopoeia Fridays

 If you write something, you need to write about what you know in the case for fun writing not homework. so here's an exercise for you to do if you want to write scripts/books.
 

1. Take a piece of paper and make a list of your ten favorite things.
2. On a scale of 1 to 10 (being the highest), identify your level of knowledge/expertise for each subject you've listed.
3. Highlight the three topics that receive the highest scores.
4. For each of these three, you'll next list the three best things and the three worst things that are a result or consequence of each one.
5. We're now going to narrow each list down to just one favorite thing. Of the pros and cons you have listed for that topic, select what you think is the most compelling "best" and correspondingly the most potent "worst". Therein is your first plot to spin into a full-fledged story.

 Let me know how yours went and show me!

Preferring to look insane,
Mari Fahel

[Script Frenzy]

[FADE IN]

[INT.] Purple Base's library

[O.S.]  This is the lair of Marangal Platypus, stand by for more information 

[SFX] long beep.

[FADE]

Hi guys! As some of you may know (mostly pointed at fans from wattypad), I am participating in Script Frenzy! So, I'm putting The Forgiver's Promise on hold, wait with baited breath! But while you wait, I'm posting right here, what I've got for my latest edition:

A Time Traveler's Journal: A World Within a World

[V.O.] Dear Friends back home, I am definitely off to Hawaii I wish that I could’ve said bye, but this was so short notice.

[FADE IN]

[INT. Airport]

[V.O] Mum and I are in the airport waiting for our plane to arrive. But, the worst of it is, I got to share a room with; you guessed it! Cousin Kale, with his round-spectacle glasses and his bed-wetting abilities! I am so tired of having to share a room with him every time we leave England to go to Hawaii. Well at least I’ll be on a different cot!

[O.S.] Mum: Alan it’s time to go, the plane is loading.

[Alan’s iPod plays loudly in his ears as he scribbles in his journal.]

[Mum snaps fingers in his face.]

[Alan pulls off his earbuds, glaring at her]

Mum: The plane’s here!

[Alan packs stuff and strides to the door of plane, enters]

[V.O.] OK I am Alan Hill and this is the story of how I-- changed.

[CUT TO]

Preferring to look insane,

Mari Fahel

Bedtime Prayers

Well, I was thinking about Tim Hawkins and I remembered this video! Please tell me if you think it's funny or not! I think it's hilarious! :-D

Preferring to Look Insane,

Mari Fahel

Plotting each day--

--Keeps the Writer-Eating Bugs away! I am to the point of no return in my book! Fox has began to rebel against the King by choosing Jeshua over him. The Heart of a Child has been sold in the black market. And Fox must find it soon, before it is lost forever! He is on the run to Faeradi Mountains, where the Kingdom of Onadath was in hiding. Through a journey of trial and hardship, Fox would realize his true potential and true name. But-- Far away from the world of warriors and broken souls--

--Is another story  of one true and brave soul, that would start the process of ending the separating of men and women's rights. She would start a war between those who agree with her cause and those who don't. Kiara Smithari is a Dragon Guardian, in the Hatchery of Dragon's Eye. Raised in an environment of women that always tended to their duties of nurturing and breeding the dragons with great care. Never taking off their leather gloves to keep from touching an egg with their bare skin. In these times, women couldn't be seen out in public in anything less of a wrap in their hair and skirts that trailed the floor to prevent showing any skin. And no woman could be seen with short hair. But one day, Kiara had broken all these laws and became rogue once a dragon had chosen her in the most uncommon way, ever. What will come of this? Will she be able to win the fight over the rights for her to fly and men to choose their job with dragons? Or will this end, with her along with it?

  

Let me know what you think! And please start commenting, people! I feel isolated! :-P

“One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.” ~A.A. Milne~

~Mari Fahel~

My fans are going fat astonishingly, they aren't sick from the cookie dough or pancake mix... now here's more sweets! This time it's cake mix!

Here is a lick of the spoon again, this is Chapter 4!

Fox’s leg had been bandaged in cloth.About a week ago. His gut wrenched in the way it did when he knew something bad was going to happen. It cannot be the thing he dreamt. He had gained the trust of Dron enough to go places alone, and not run away. Because, like Zronim, he sensed the change in this boy. So Fox did his errands for the village. Around dusk, Fox was just finishing up his errands, he just had to go to Jekhoa again and bring him another parcel.  When he neared the farm, though, he smelt it before he heard it. Fire! He ran up the hill. As he reached the place of the fire, hearing panicking, he heard Jekhoa shout in the fire. He exited the stable, cradling his burnt arm.

“I didn’t see her!” he cried out, relieved.

Fox shook his head, she was in there he knew it. He didn’t know how, but, he even knew where she was!

He dropped the parcel and sped into the burning stables.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? HE IS INSANE!” screamed the wench.

Fox ignored her as he followed his gut feeling. He climbed up a ladder to see moving hay. Fox swept the hay away. The little girl’s muffled crying from the cloth tied around her mouth, made Fox’s heart go heavy, she had been tied to a beam. Fox untied the muffling cloth, and took a piece of metal and sliced through the ropes. He gathered up the girl in his arms, and climbed the ladder. The girl whimpered and clutched onto Fox’s shirt. He ran towards the door but beams fell down. Flames eating away at them. Fox spun wildly, looking for another exit. His wild thoughts echoed in his head.

“Author! WE NEED YOU! Or this girl will die!” He cried out, desperately.

There was no sign of Zronim. So that part of the dream may or may not be true now. The roof crackled and fell as Fox dodged it. The flames fell on his arm.

He screamed in agony, placing the girl on the ground to pat the fire off his arm. He gathered the girl up again and ran towards another ladder the fire hadn’t reached this half of the stable, yet. He ran towards a closed window. Placing the girl on her feet as she whimpered some more, he threw the beams to the floor and tried to force the shutters open. Grabbing one of the beams, he rammed it into the shutters, which cracked then smashed. There was hay in a wagon below the window.

Zronim came closer to them from the opposite side. Fox took the girl and let her jump out first. He stood, dwindling.

“Why, Zronim?” asked Fox, agonizingly.

“You lied to me! You betrayed me then you lied to me!” Zronim shouted, “I am just returning the favor!”

Fox shook his head, “You have become a monster! I don’t know you, anymore!”

“I don’t know you anymore! Since when did you think about the Author, or others?” he shouted, eyes restlessly, boring into Fox’s.

“Zronim! Look at yourself! You have lost sleep over this?” Fox almost screamed, “Chose to burn a family’s crops? And tied a little girl in the stable to be burned with them?”

“I will never forget your betrayal!” Zronim screamed back.

“I never betrayed you! I just changed!”

Zronim glared into Fox’s face of compassion. As the fire crept towards Fox. He edged towards the window, with Zronim glaring at his movements. Fox tried to get out without provoking a battle.

Zronim smirked, “Coward!”

Fox ignored him and jumped out.

Zronim jumped out with him and pointed the sword at him.

“Turn around and face me like a man!”  he shouted as Fox kept walking. He followed Fox, “STOP!”

Fox shut his eyes as tears of anguish slipped down his face. The entire village had arrived to put out the fire. Zronim ran at Fox and pounced him, pinning him to the the ground. His knife poised to kill. Fox struggled. Then two men helped him get Zronim off and took him away.

Zronim struggled in their grip, as Fox watched him get taken away.

“TRAITOR!” he screamed at Fox, who averted his eyes.

 Let me know how you like it, in the comments! TTFN ta-ta for now!

~Mari Fahel~

Marangal Platypus enters the Quietly Astonished Crowd

Hello guys! I am STILL writing The Forgiver's Promise, waiting for comments/votes on Chapter 1 & 2! So I would like to ask, if you would go there and read some of it??? And if 5 separate people comment/vote, then we can post chapter three and so on and so forth! :-D

My Song!

I wrote a song yesterday called "The Colors of Light"! Go ahead read it! :3

VERSE 1:

You know just why

This has happened to me

Cuz you are there

Even when I can’t see

VERSE 2:

I see the trials

And they are all I see

Though a portait

Is being made through this

CHORUS

As the colors of dark

Is exposed to the light

The brush is set

And the painting is sure

The light is drawn across

The Canvas wall and the

Dark is frightened

By all the Colors of light

(The colors of light--)

VERSE 3:

As an artist;

Knows what he is to paint

You know my heart

And you know my name

VERSE 4:

The Author now;

He writes my story’s song

He paints his love

On his hands and feet

CHORUS

VERSE 5:

A man shan’t know

The end of his story

Til the last note

Til the last two words

VERSE 6:

The End will be

A start anew; He will

Create for Him

New Jerusalem

Well, let me know what you think in the comments in both the book and the song!

~Mari Fahel~

Saturday Night: Bananas Rant 'Bout Writing

Hey, guys! The Forgiver's Promise is unfolding well I am in the midst of writing Chapter 3! Just thought of letting you guys have the "fruits of the pancakes" shall we say? Bananas to be specific! 'Cuz we are BANANAS for BOOKS! Here is another lick off the spoon, before making the pancakes! :-D

I hope you guys like my little piece of Chapter 3!!

Piece of Chapter 3 Triple Times the Pain

Fox swept and mopped the baker shop. He organized the sales and let the baker know he was done. The baker dismissed him and he went to the butcher shop and weighed the meats for the customers, washed his hands, after two hours of work and went to the blacksmith. Who seemed to have more jobs that any of them for him. He lent Fox his wagon and there were 20 people on the list and each had plenty of packages. Zar climbed into wagon and Fox climbed in after him. Zar urged the horse on and they moved forward. Fox had given each person their packages, and the last  parcel was for a farm just outside Ruonna. As they neared the house, he noticed a big family. Each with red hair. What seemed to be the mother, sat in a rocking chair, snapping peas. A 13-year-old pale girl sat on a stool, peeling carrots. A boy about a year or two older than Fox, plowed the fields. Zar steadied the horse and the wagon halted. Fox picked up the parcel and carried it to the wench. He cleared his throat.

“Excuse me? Where can I talk to the man of the house?” Fox stood, stiff and strained, over the weight.

“He is plowing the fields,” replied the wench, snapping another pea.

Fox looked back at the boy, who plowed the fields, he looked like he could be this wench’s son!, “Jekhoa?”

“Aye, what did you need with him?” asked the wench.

Fox stammered to get the words out.

“Speak up, lad!”

“His parcel is finished,” Fox said, speedily.

“Oh?” replied the wench, “Then give it here!”

The wench abruptly stood up and walked bare-footed towards Fox, “Aye!”

“Place it in the barn over there!” she pointed to a stone and wooden framed barn. Something oddly weighing his heart down at each step he took. The barn seemed somewhat familiar. But where had he seen it? Certainly he hadn’t been here before!

Fox entered the barn, where a little girl sat in the hay, near a tabby, playing with wooden dolls. Her voice of light-hearted and pure laughter rang into Fox’s heavy heart. With a deep echo in his head. He placed the parcel beside the door as the girl turned her red head around to look at Fox, her green eyes examining the look of horror in Fox’s grey ones.

It can’t be! The dream! I dreamt about her! And if she is real, does that mean--NO! I will not think about it! Fox thought wildly and heart racing he ran out of the barn and tripped over logs, falling to his face.

“Funny man fell down, Mother!” the girl’s cheery voice called out.

A sharp pain was stabbing into Fox’s ankle, which was bruised slightly. The wench came to Fox, who wildly stood up, “I am fine! Just fine! Go back to what you were doing, I am very good!”

Fox limped away to the wagon, where Zar stood wonderingly at Fox.

“Let us leave this place,” Fox mumbled to Zar, climbing, with his ankle hanging, limply to one side, up onto the wagon.

“Are you sure, you are fine?” asked Zar , staring straight into Fox’s eyes.

“Just go.”

The family stared cluelessly at Fox’s certainly strange facial expression, one of forlorn sorrow, This girl cannot die! My dream cannot be true!

Let me know what you guys thought! AND COMMENT! I LOVEZ COMMENTS!!!!!! I'z will do ANYTHINGZ for comments (within reason!;) )! 

Ureshī sōon o tsukuru -- Making a joyful noise

A Lick Off the Spoon

I have been writing in my book and thought I'd let you try out the "dough" of my "cookie" book! Here's a taste of my book:

At noon Fox wildly cleaned as Zar organized Dron’s things on his desk. Fox made Dron’s bed and picked up the sheets he had used during the night off the floor. He swept and scrubbed the floor. While he did so, Zar relaxed in the comforts of an armchair. Fox gathered up the last remaining stuff off the floor as the lock clicked and Dron entered, with his head hung low.

“What is wrong, Dron?” asked Zar, getting up, with a concerned look on his face.

Dron sighed, “They decided that they will be a part of the deal I made with Fox-- he must do community service for the entire village.”

Zar looked alarmed, “And--?”

“And they want him to go to court in a few weeks for them to distribute punishments and jobs for him.”

Fox’s heart sank. So, I trusted this man? He’s only making it worst for me! More work? I could barely clean up this house within five hours! Fox thought, glaring at the old storyteller, “You know what? The deal’s off! I can’t do this anymore!” He started for the door.

“Hold on a moment, young man!” Zar reached out and turned Fox around, “You made a commitment that you cannot break, now! You have only just begun! And if you walk out that door, there goes with you, the chance to set yourself to rights!

“To boldly say in the court of law that you have been tried and found innocent in the judge’s eyes! Deep down in your hardened heart, you must want that!”

Fox looked down at his uneasy feet. It was true, for years he wanted to be found innocent. But being raised in a den of thieves had cut his chances of that completely! Until now-- now he had the chance of a lifetime to bring himself to a level of equality!

“Am I right?” asked Zar, looking deep into the eyes of the rather guilty soul that stood next to him.

 Let me know how you like it, guys! AND GIVE ME COMMENTS! I have half a mind to quit blogging! :-(

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Wednesdays' Wacky Wattpad Reading Weekly

I have thought of doing a weekly showing of a book I like on wattpad and link to it (on the picture!)! Since today is Wednesday, I'll post it here:

Like any other little girl, Melanie Fowler believed in fairytale love...until she grew up and saw how so many people treat love. She resigned herself to the fact that her prince would never come and none of her dreams would ever come true. Then on her twenty-first birthday she met David...and he sent her life spinning out of control. Who's going to win the epic battle--her heart, her mind, or her Lord?

~Mari Fahel~ 

Greetings my Lovely Stalkers ;-)

All ye who enter the lair of the beast--beware, its very stare will melt away your heart.

**It thunders out towards you, echoing in its lair to reveal a-- platypus????**

**Its beady little eyes looks deep into yours, its head tilted slightly**

In a squeaky voice: Hi guys! I am at my library and wanted to get creative in my greeting! So, what have you been doing lately? I'm working on my book The Forgiver's Promise! So-- 'Til I'm 100 will have to wait! Below is the link to my book:

The Forgiver's Promise

“In a land wrought with death  and suffering. Where all men fended for themselves. Until one man came to defy the very existence of death and suffering. Jeshua had stood victorious over death, making all those who turned to Him, new, and bright as the stars. Including a young boy who had been raised in a thieves den. Taught that the only way to eat was to take what he needed, this boy was a thief through and through. This boy would become one of Fragathia’s greatest warriors. But are his wrongs truly forgiven? Will he return to the life of a thief or remain a warrior throughout his life?”

Let me know how you like it! :-D AND START COMMENTING PEOPLE!!! I NEED comments! x-( I'll post, as long as YOU comment!!! x-(

Random Book Covers

These are a few book covers of books I am or are going to write! x3

Mari Joins the Youtube Circle

If you guys can, subscribe to my youtube, comment/like my vids, and all that good jazz! <3

What is in a title? What then could be better spent with my time? I especially find it amusing to ramble!

Hi guys! Got a new PC and several things have been happening! I started a couple template designing ways and it's fun! :-D

Punk Scripts (Go here to post writings with fellow punk or punkish

Christian writers from all over, if you dare)

http://inscriptedpunks.blogspot.com/

Kingdom Commandos (Go here for encouraging messages from Sally Kurtie (me)

Mari Fahel, and Abbey Summers)

http://kingdomcommandos.blogspot.com/

A Garden Stroll with God ( Go here if you need encouragement or help to get out tough situations)

http://gardenstrollwithgod.blogspot.com/

Those were some of my other creations, let me know what you guys think!!!! 

AND COMMENT!!!!!!!!

 And Enjoy the renewed posts I'll be starting! :-D